Poems (Hoffman)/God's Gift to Man
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THE HEAVENLY HOPE
Take not this hope, this high-born hope, I plead,
World, whose loud voices tell me to forget it,
For when those voices like lost waves recede
How shall I waken sadly to regret it!
O, take not that for which man lives to learn,
Cold World, thou givest nothing in return!
World, whose loud voices tell me to forget it,
For when those voices like lost waves recede
How shall I waken sadly to regret it!
O, take not that for which man lives to learn,
Cold World, thou givest nothing in return!
Take not this hope, this Heavenly hope away,
Let not ambition, love or sorrow drown it
Until I stand within Thy courts that day
When light celestial in Thy sight shall crown it;
Take not this hope, this one great hope away,
This be my prayer until I cease to pray.
Let not ambition, love or sorrow drown it
Until I stand within Thy courts that day
When light celestial in Thy sight shall crown it;
Take not this hope, this one great hope away,
This be my prayer until I cease to pray.