The Soul Hath A Hope


The soul hath a hope ever dear,
Of life in a clime of beautiful sheen;
Where ne’er come the storm-clouds of fear,
Where shadows of gloom shall never be seen;

Where shadows of gloom shall never be seen,
Where shadows of gloom shall never be seen;
Oh, life’s immortal years!
In a clime where flow no tears-
Where shadows of gloom shall never be seen.

Sweet hope of the life ever blest
With God in his home, with Jesus above;
Where angels and saints are at rest,
Where heavenly joys are raptures of love;

Where heavenly joys are raptures of love,
Where heavenly joys are raptures of love;
Oh, life’s immortal years!
In a clime where flow no tears-
Where heavenly joys are raptures of love.

Dear hope of the soul’s better life-
An ocean of Peace-sweet Purity’s sea!
Where never is tempest or strife,
Where pleasures are holy, boundless, and free;

Where pleasures are holy, boundless, and free,
Where pleasures are holy, boundless, and free;
Oh, life’s immortal years!
In a clime where flow no tears-
Where pleasures are holy, boundless, and free.

Oh, soul, keep thy hope ever pure,
Of life in the clime of virtue and truth;
Where visions of glory endure,
Wherever abides the beauty of youth;

Wherever abides the beauty of youth,
Wherever abides the beauty of youth;
Oh, life’s immortal years!
In a clime where flow no tears-
Wherever abides the beauty of youth.