Through this vale of tears, we wander,
Pilgrims in a far-off land,
Longing ever, sighing ever,
Just to see and understand.
Just to see thy face, my Jesus,
Just to know thy love divine;
Just to be with thee in heave,
Our hearts sheltered, Lord, in thine.

Here below all things are passing
Night will end our happiest day,
Friends we trusted most forsake us;
Pleasures vanish, hopes decay.
Thou alone, O Lord, art changeless,
And thy love will never cease,
Lord, I pine with love and longing.
Till I see thee face to face.