While I'm imprisoned here below, In anguish, pain and smart, Ofttimes my troubles I forego While love surrounds my heart: In darkest shadows of the night, Faith mounts the upper sky; I then behold my heart's delight, And could rejoice to die. A few more days, or years, at most, My troubles will be o'er, And I shall join the heav'nly host On Canaan's peaceful shore: My happy soul shall drink and feast On love's unbounded sea: The glor'ous hope of endless rest Is pleasing news to me.