Mourn the clouds that cross my way;
Since my Saviour’s presence, shining,
Turns my darkness into day?
2 Earthly honor, earthly treasure,
All the warmest passions win,
And the silken wings of pleasure
Only waft us on to sin.
3 But, within the vale of sorrow,
All with tempests overblown,
Purer light and joy we borrow