1. We hope to see the day
When toil and strife shall cease;
When we shall cast our arms away,
And dwell in endless peace.
2. This hope supports us here,
It makes our burdens light;
It serves our drooping hearts to cheer
Till faith shall end in sight.
3. Till of the prize possess’d,
We hear of war no more,
And, O sweet thought! for ever rest,
On yonder peaceful shore.