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 past,
We all shall meet in heav'n.

What tho' the northern wintry blast
Shall howl around our cot,
What tho' beneath an eastern sun
Be cast our distant lot.
Yet still we share the blissful hope,
Which Jesus' grace has giv'n,
The hope, when days and years are past,
We all shall meet in heav'n.

From Burma's shore, 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,
Which Jesus' grace has giv'n,
The hope, when days and years are past,
We all shall meet in heav'n.

No lingr'ing look, no parting sigh,
Our future meeting knows;
There friendship beams from ev'ry eye,
And love immortal glows.
O sacred hope, O blissful hope,
Which Jesus' grace has giv'n,
The hope, when days and years are past,
We all shall meet in heav'n.