1 In not the way to heavenly gain
Through earthly grief and loss?
Rest must be won by toil and pain,
The crown repays the cross.

2 In tears and trials thou must sow
To reap in joy and love;
We cannot find our home below,
And hope for one above.

3 As woods, when shaken by the breeze,
Take deeper, firmer root;
As winter's frost but makes the trees
Abound in summer fruit;

4 So every heaven-sent pang and throe
That Christian firmness tries,
But nerves us for our work below,
And forms us for the skies.