Hope


An old Welsh hymn.

Fair and comely is my Saviour
Fairest of the fair is He;
King of kings I hail Him gladly
Here and through eternity;
His great beauty Has completely
Won my soul.

See above the clouds and shadows,
See, my soul, the land of light
Where the breeze is ever balmy,
Where the sky is ever bright.
Blessed myriads now enjoy its' perfect peace.

Now at length a mighty rapture
Thrills this troubled heart of mine,
In the prospect of possessing
This inheritance divine;
Ever blessed they that seek this Land of Rest.

Yes, we part, but not for ever-
Joyful hopes our bosoms swell;
They who love the Saviour never
Know a long, a last farewell!
Blissful unions lie beyond this parting veil.