Why, when our sun shines clearest,
Why, when our hopes seen nearest,
Why, when our life feels dearest,
Rises a secret pain-
Hope's perfect mirror broken-
Shadows of things unspoken--
Why will not some sure token
Calm us to rest again?

Mixed with all earthly blessing
Lingers the fear distressing-
-Conscience within confessing
Nothing of ours is pure.
Still must such thoughts upbraid us,
Seeking our own to aid us;
God, not ourselves, hath made us;
Trusting in Him we-re sure.

Thus, from our sorrows gleaning
Thoughts of the world-s deep meaning,
Let us rejoice while leaning
Firm on our Father-s arm.
Now are we one for ever,
Joined so that none may sever,
Souls, so united, never
Faint through mischance or harm.