1 Brief life is now our portion,
Brief sorrow, short lived care;
The life that knows no ending,
Nor pain,we hope to share.
2 O blessed consolation,
Short toil, eternal rest:
For us poor mortal sinners
A part with angels blest.
3 And now we fight the battle,
But then, shall wear the crown
Of full and everlasting
And glorious renown.
4 For he whom now we trust in
Shall then be seen and known,
And they that know and love him
Shall have him all their own.