1 We love this outward world,
Its fair sky overhead, --
Its morning's soft, gray mist unfurled,
Its sunsets rich and red.

2 But there's a world within
That higher glory hath;
A life the immortal soul must win, --
The life of joy and faith.

3 For this the Father's love
Doth shade the world of sense,
The bounding play of health remove,
And dim the sparkling glance;

4 That, though the earth grows dull
And earthly pleasures few,
The spirit gain its wisdom full
To suffer and to do.

5 Holy its world within,
Unknown to sound or sight, --
The world of victory o'er sin,
Of faith, and love, and light.