Chapter XXVI: Pauper’s Hymn

Far from the friends to me most dear,
Within the crowded ward I lie,
Destined, perhaps, mid strangers here
To suffer and to die.
Time may all other joys remove
Yet leaves he still Faith, Hope, and Love.

_Faith_ to the cross my spirit leads,
And tells of One now glorified,
Who at the Father’s right hand pleads
For those for whom He died.
What trials can too bitter prove
While yet there rest Faith, Hope, and Love?

_Hope_ whispers of that happy place
Where I my Saviour shall behold,
And sing the wonders of His grace
To harp of shining gold.
What sorrows can our patience move
While still remain Faith, Hope, and Love?

_Love_ draws my heart towards my kind,
Makes me in each a brother (or sister) see,
To cheer the sad, to help the blind,
Are joys still left to me.
Bless my companions, heavenly Dove,
Fill them with Faith, and Hope, and Love.

There is no pain or sorrow here,
For those who will God’s lesson learn,
But _Faith_ may brighten, _Hope_ may cheer,
And _Love_ to blessing turn;
Then Peace descending from above
Unites with Faith, and Hope, and Love.