O WHAT A LONELY PATH WERE OURS

O what a lonely path were ours
Could we, O Father, see
No home or rest beyond it all,
No guide or help in Thee.

But Thou art near and with us still
To keep us on the way,
That leads along the vale of tears
To yon bright world of day.

There shall Thy glory, O our God!
Break fully on our view;
And we, Thy saints, rejoice to prove
That all Thy Word was true.

There Jesus, on His heavenly throne,
Our wondering eyes shall see;
While we the blest associates there
Of all His joy shall be.

Sweet hope! we leave without a sigh
A blighted world like this;
To bear the cross, despise the shame,
For all that weight of bliss.