Of cloudless hope shine down with sweet tranquillity.
“When worn with toil, His loving arms have given you rest;
Sustaining grace He gave when you were weak and faint;
When sorrows came, ’twas then the haven of His breast
That opened wide and took you in. To each complaint
He lent His ear. In all things, you were truly blest
And ever upward drawn by love’s divine constraint.
“And now upon a lofty Mount you stand and look
Back o’er your pilgrim way; back o’er the fields you’ve sown
You see the stubborn soil, the burning sun, the nook