Hail! sweet­est, dear­est tie that binds
Our glow­ing hearts in one;
Hail sac­red hope, that tunes our minds
To har­mo­ny divine.
It is the hope, the bliss­ful hope,

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Which Je­sus’ grace has giv’n;
The hope when days and years are passed,
We all shall meet in Heav’n.

What though the nor­thern win­try blast
Shall howl around thy cot,
What though be­neath an east­ern sun,
Be cast our dist­ant lot;
Yet still we share the bliss­ful hope!

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From Bur­ma’s shores, from Af­ric’s strand,
From In­dia’s burn­ing plain,
From Eur­ope, from Co­lum­bia’s land,
We hope to meet again.
It is the hope, the bliss­ful hope!

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No lin­ger­ing hope, no part­ing sigh,
Our fu­ture meet­ings knows;
The friend­ship beams from ev­ery eye,
And hope im­mor­tal grows,
O sacr­ed hope! O bliss­ful hope!

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