In which he never bore a part?
That hidden world no eye can see,—
O, who shall pierce its mystery?
2 There may be hope as pure, as bright,
As ever sought eternity,—
There may be light,—clear, heavenly light,
Where all seems cold and dark to thee;
And when thy spirit mourns the dust,
There may be trust,—delightful trust.
3 Go, bend to God, and leave to Him