And, O! there lives within my heart
A hope long nursed by me,
(And should its cheering ray depart
How dark my soul would be) That as in Adam all have died
In Christ shall all men live
And ever round his throne abide
Eternal praise to give; That even the wicked shall at last
Be fitted for the skies
And when their dreadful doom is past
To life and light arise.

Poems by Currer, Ellis, and Acton Bell (1846) - A Word to the Calvinists (1843)