When verdant fields are seen no more,
Where Heaven’s beams can never shine,
Earth’s hidden treasures to explore
We labour in the gloomy mine.
But bright the torches’ yellow rays
That light us on our darksome way,
And sweet the voice of Hope that says,
“We soon shall see the light of day.”
And thus awhile must all mankind
Toil on and labour here below,
Poor sinful mortals, weak and blind,
And subject all to pain and woe.
But brightly shines God’s holy Word
Which lights us on our darksome way,
And sweet the hope its leaves afford,
“We soon shall see a heavenly day.”
The Lord of Angels deigned to come
To bear our punishment and pain,
He made our dark abode His home,
That we might rise, that we might reign.
And those who in His Word delight,
Who trust His love, His will obey,
Shall shine in robes of spotless white
In Heaven’s everlasting day!