HERE is the sorrow, the sighing, Here are the cloud and the night; Here is the sickness, the dying, There are the life and the light! Here is the fading, the wasting, The foe that so watchfully waits; There are the hills everlasting, The city with beautiful gates. Here are the locks growing hoary, The glass with the vanishing sands; There are the crown and the glory, The house that is made not with hands. Here is the longing, the vision, The hopes that so swiftly remove; There is the blessed fruition, The feast, and the fullness of love. Here are the heart-strings a-tremble And here is the chastening rod; There is the song and the cymbal, And there is our Father and God. |