1 How cheering is the Christian's hope,
While toiling here below!
It buoys us up while passing thro'
This wilderness of woe,

2 It points to us a land of rest,
Where saints with Christ will reign,
Where we shall meet the loved of earth,
And never part again,

3 A land where sin can never come,
Temptations ne'er annoy,
Where happiness will ever dwell,
And that without alloy.

4 In that bright world no fears will flow,
Death ne'er can enter there;
For all who gain that heavenly land
Will be as angels are.

5 Fly, ling'ring moments, fly, O fly,
Dear Saviour, quickly come!
We long to see thee as thou art,
And reach that blissful home.