Where hurt abounds, it raises up,
It lifts the hearts of men on earth
Bringing purpose, crushes gloom
Arresting spirit at its birth
It promises a brand-new start
A melancholy heart it cheers;
When waiting in anxiety
It gets the better of our fears.
Where life exists it will be found,
If even just a hint of it;
And where ‘tis found, it cautions us
The slightest fear not to permit.
Though all of mankind seeks it out,
In worldly things ’tis rarely found;
Yet there is one with power to grant
This wondrous gift with joy unbound.