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

2 It points us to 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 O, how unlike the present world
Will be the one to come!
Here, pain and sorrow, care and fear,
Attend where'er we roam;

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

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