When Pulse Beats Low And Cheeks Grow Pal


When pulse beats low and cheeks grow pale,
And storms of life are fiercely driv’n;
When fairest prospects quickly fail,
How sweet to have a hope in heav’n!

Refrain:
A hope in heav’n,
How sweet to have a hope in heav’n!

When friends that seemed most near and dear,
Are from our bosom swiftly riv’n,
And life’s bright joys in gloom appear,
How sweet to have a hope in heav’n! [Refrain]

When lone and wand’ring far from home,
No kind relief to us is giv’n,
Oh, what would then of us become,
If we had not a hope in heav’n? [Refrain]

And when the end is drawing nigh,
Of life thro’ which we long have striv’n,
And we at last must droop and die,
How sweet to have a hope in heav’n! [Refrain]