Then goodbye sorrow, goodbye pain,
Goodbye to all our doubts and fears,
For He, who died and rose again
Will smile and wipe away our tears.
Let storms arise, and billows roll,
We’ll battle on, our three-score years—
This thought’s an anchor to our soul,
That Christ will wipe away our tears.
So glad, our destiny is not sealed
In bitter anguish, death and gloom—