SONG
GOLDEN HOPE
Thereis nothing in the world so sweetAs the hope which never, never dies,That sometime, somewhere we shall meetIn gladder love beyond the skies—Oh, beyond the skies so golden,With the hope of Heaven olden;For there’s nothing in all the world so sweetAs the olden, golden hope again to meet!There is nothing in all the world so fleetAs the hope that ever, ever fliesSwift onward, upward to the seatOf perfect love beyond the skies—Oh, beyond the skies so glowing,With the hope of Heaven growing;For there’s nothing in all the world so sweetAs the glowing, growing hope again to meet!There is nothing in all the world so greatAs hope that bids us, helps us riseWith more responsive hands and feet,With gladder tongues and clearer eyes—Oh, upon the skies so golden,With the hope of Heaven olden;For there’s nothing in all the world so sweetAs the olden, golden hope again to meet!
Thereis nothing in the world so sweetAs the hope which never, never dies,That sometime, somewhere we shall meetIn gladder love beyond the skies—Oh, beyond the skies so golden,With the hope of Heaven olden;For there’s nothing in all the world so sweetAs the olden, golden hope again to meet!There is nothing in all the world so fleetAs the hope that ever, ever fliesSwift onward, upward to the seatOf perfect love beyond the skies—Oh, beyond the skies so glowing,With the hope of Heaven growing;For there’s nothing in all the world so sweetAs the glowing, growing hope again to meet!There is nothing in all the world so greatAs hope that bids us, helps us riseWith more responsive hands and feet,With gladder tongues and clearer eyes—Oh, upon the skies so golden,With the hope of Heaven olden;For there’s nothing in all the world so sweetAs the olden, golden hope again to meet!
Thereis nothing in the world so sweetAs the hope which never, never dies,That sometime, somewhere we shall meetIn gladder love beyond the skies—Oh, beyond the skies so golden,With the hope of Heaven olden;For there’s nothing in all the world so sweetAs the olden, golden hope again to meet!
Thereis nothing in the world so sweet
As the hope which never, never dies,
That sometime, somewhere we shall meet
In gladder love beyond the skies—
Oh, beyond the skies so golden,
With the hope of Heaven olden;
For there’s nothing in all the world so sweet
As the olden, golden hope again to meet!
There is nothing in all the world so fleetAs the hope that ever, ever fliesSwift onward, upward to the seatOf perfect love beyond the skies—Oh, beyond the skies so glowing,With the hope of Heaven growing;For there’s nothing in all the world so sweetAs the glowing, growing hope again to meet!
There is nothing in all the world so fleet
As the hope that ever, ever flies
Swift onward, upward to the seat
Of perfect love beyond the skies—
Oh, beyond the skies so glowing,
With the hope of Heaven growing;
For there’s nothing in all the world so sweet
As the glowing, growing hope again to meet!
There is nothing in all the world so greatAs hope that bids us, helps us riseWith more responsive hands and feet,With gladder tongues and clearer eyes—Oh, upon the skies so golden,With the hope of Heaven olden;For there’s nothing in all the world so sweetAs the olden, golden hope again to meet!
There is nothing in all the world so great
As hope that bids us, helps us rise
With more responsive hands and feet,
With gladder tongues and clearer eyes—
Oh, upon the skies so golden,
With the hope of Heaven olden;
For there’s nothing in all the world so sweet
As the olden, golden hope again to meet!