From the world naught else we look for; we expect its coldest frown;
But when those we love turn from us, how we sink in sorrow down!
Where we’ve felt God’s image planted, where in union we have prayed,
Where our faith has gained the victory, and we knew from Heaven our aid,
Oh! what change has cooled the fervor; what could mean this cold retreat?
Lord, let thine in union ever, and in love, each other greet.
God’s own searching eye is on us! Jesus feels our every grief!
He’ll not leave his own thus wounded, but will bring them swift relief;
Making known our every duty, teaching where he’d have us go,
Saying, Fear not! I’ll be with you, and all needed help bestow.