While I’m imprisoned here below,
In anguish, pain and smart,
Ofttimes my troubles I forego
While love surrounds my heart:
In darkest shadows of the night,
Faith mounts the upper sky;
I then behold my heart’s delight,
And could rejoice to die.
A few more days, or years, at most,
My troubles will be o’er,
And I shall join the heav’nly host
On Canaan’s peaceful shore:
My happy soul shall drink and feast
On love’s unbounded sea:
The glor’ous hope of endless rest
Is pleasing news to me.