" For he hath said, I will never leave thee. "

Never leave us, nor forsake us,
Thou, on whom our souls rely!
Till thou dost for ever take us
To behold thy glory nigh;
Which, though distant,
Fills thy people's hearts with joy.

They are blest, and none beside them, —
They, who hope, O Lord! in thee;
They are blest, though all deride them, —
They, whom grace and truth make free;
Joys await them,
Where thou art, they hope to be.

'Tis this hope, that ever charms us
From the love of all below;
Hope of this with boldness arms us,
To oppose the mighty foe;
Hope of glory
Sweetens toil and lightens woe.