Our Hope

 

We’ve heard of God the mighty one,

Who creates at his will,

Who by his love our hearts had won

We trust he loves us still.

 

We don’t know much of his great plans

We see not far ahead

It’s little we know of distant lands

So soon we’re born and dead.

 

But some great day in future life,

Just when we do not know,

Released from all this toil and strife

Before his throne we’ll bow.

 

 

Oh! Haste the day when sin shall end

That misery has brought,

And from the clouds He will descend

To meet the church he’s bought.