1 There are three lessons I would write,
Three words as with a burning pen,
In tracings of eternal light,
Upon the hearts of men.

2 Have faith: where'er thy bark is driven
The calm's disport, the tempest's mirth
Know this God rules the host of heaven,
The inhabitants of earth.

3 Have hope: though clouds environ now,
And gladness hides her face in scorn,
Put thou the shadow from thy brow;
No night but hath its morn.

4 Have love: not love alone for one,
But man as man thy brother call,
And scatter like the circling sun
Thy charities on all.

5 Thus grave these lessons on thy soul
Faith, hope, and love, and thou shalt find
Strength when life's surges rudest roll,
Light when thou else wert blind.