Look, O my soul, within the veil,
View that unnumbered throng,
Whose joys can never, never fail,
While Jesus is their song.

O happy souls! for ever freed
From sin and every snare,
They reign with their exalted Head,
And palms of victory bear.

They glory in their conquering God,
And see Him as He is:
Their robes are spotless through His blood,
Their happiness like His.

But I am in a world of woe,
Acquainted still with grief;
Affliction I’m ordained to know,
When shall I get relief?

They once were sore distressed, like me,
Till Heav’n subdued their fear;
They sailed o’er tribulation’s sea
Before they landed there.

Then may I live by faith on God,
On every promise giv’n;
And still confide in Jesu’s blood,
And wait resigned for Heav’n.

Jesus will surely bring me there
In His appointed time;
On Him, my soul, cast all thy care,
Rely alone on Him.