This gospel is more true and sweet
Than all beside that men declare;
It is as light and strength and heat
In hearts that waste with dark despair.
We have no time to moan and sigh,
With fears assailed, and filled with grief;
For each and all beneath the sky
One happy way will bring relief.
Work, though the heart should throb with pain
Toil on, and be of better cheer;
Work, with both hands, and with the brain,
Busy and bright, and keen and clear.
The lot of all beneath the sky,
We live by faith, assailed with grief;
We have no time to moan and sigh;
We trust in God, and find relief.
