When our spirits were torn with temptation and woes,
And we’ve drank from the tide of the river that flows
From the ever-green mountains of life.
3 O the stars never tread the blue heavens by night,
But we think where the ransomed have trod,
And the day never smiles from his palace of light,
But we feel the bright smiles of our God.
We are traveling homeward thro’ changes and gloom,
To a kingdom where pleasures unchangingly bloom;
And our guide is the glory that shines thro’ the tomb