Hail! Sweetest, Dearest Tie That Binds

Hail! sweet­est

dear­est tie that binds

Our glow­ing hearts in one;

Hail sac­red hope

that tunes our minds

To har­mo­ny di­vine.

It is the hope

the bliss­ful hope

Which Je­sus’ grace has giv’n;

The hope when days and years are passed

We all shall meet in Heav’n.

What though the north­ern win­try blast

Shall howl around thy cot

What though be­neath an east­ern sun

Be cast our dist­ant lot;

Yet still we share the bliss­ful hope!

From Bur­ma’s shores

from Af­ric’s strand

From In­dia’s burn­ing plain

From Eur­ope

from Co­lum­bia’s land

We hope to meet again.

It is the hope

the bliss­ful hope!

No lin­ger­ing hope

no part­ing sigh

Our fu­ture meet­ings knows;

The friend­ship beams from ev­ery eye

And hope im­mor­tal grows

O sacr­ed hope! O bliss­ful hope!