Why should we ever mourn as those
Whose star of hope has ceased to smile
How dark soe'r succeeding woes
Be still and wait and trust the while
A time will come, when future years
Their veil of softening haze shall fling
Over that mournful vale of tears
Which saw thy weary wandering

From Beulah's bowers the pilgrim gazed
On Danger conquered dread defied

Wild, rough, and desolate the way
To every pilgrim here below —
All rough the path, all dim and grey
The lonely wastes through which we go
But think of Beulah's bowers, the home
That waits thee when this path is trod
Lying all free from clouds & gloom
Celestial in the smile of God

One stream to cross, one sable flood
Silent, unsounded, deep & dim
It blights the flesh — it chills the blood
But deathless spirit, trust in him
Far on the shore of heaven that lies
So sweet, so fair so bathed in light
Angels are waiting — lift thine eyes
Behold them where they walk in white

A little while, an hour of pain
One struggle more one gasp for breath
And it is over ne'er again
Shall sin or Sorrow Hell or Death
Prevail o'er him he passed away
A shade, a flower, a cloud from earth
On glory looked, forgot decay
And knew in heaven an angel's birth.