Would sink us to the tomb,
What power shall save us from despair,
What dissipate the gloom?
2 No balm that earthly plants distill
Can soothe the mourner’s smart,
No mortal hand, with lenient skill,
Bind up the broken heart.
3 But One alone, who reigns above,
Our woe to joy can turn,
And light the lamp of life and love,