While tra­v’l­ing thro’ this drea­ry land,
O’er mount­ain heights or de­sert land;
Hope makes the droop­ing spir­its rise
And cheers me on to reach the prize.

Refrain

O bless­èd hope! O pre­cious hope!
It lifts the veil, and now I see
That land of light where comes no night,
Where I shall live eter­nal­ly.

This bless­èd hope is dear to me,
It lifts me up till I can see
That jas­per ci­ty bright and fair,
Beyond this world of toil and care.

Refrain

This world no hope like this can give,
Nor life so sweet as this to live;
No long­er I in dark­ness grope,
For now I walk by light of hope.

Refrain