No help in all the stranger-land,
O fainting heart, O failing hand?
A morning and a noon,
Evening cometh soon.

The way is endless, friendless? No;
God sitteth high to see below;
A morning and a noon,
Evening cometh soon.

Look yonder on the purpling West;
Erelong the glory and the rest.
A morning and a noon,
Evening cometh soon.