Hail, sweetest, dearest, tie that binds

Verse 1

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,

Chorus

Which Jesus’ grace has giv’n; The hope when days and years are passed, We all shall meet in Heav’n.

Verse 2

What though the northern wintry blast Shall howl around thy cot, What though beneath an eastern sun, Be cast our distant lot; Yet still we share the blissful hope!

Verse 3

No lingering hope, no parting sigh, Our future meetings knows; The friendship beams from every eye, And hope immortal grows, O sacred hope! O blissful hope!