There is a hope that burns within my heart, That gives me strength for every passing day; a glimpse of glory now revealed in meager part, Yet drives all doubt away: I stand in Christ, with sins forgiv’n; and Christ in me, the hope of heav’n! My highest calling and my deepest joy, to make His will my home.
There is a hope that lifts my weary head, A consolation strong against despair, That when the world has plunged me in its deepest pit, I find the Saviour there! Through present sufferings, future’s fear, He whispers, “Courage!” in my ear. For I am safe in everlasting arms, And they will lead me home.
There is a hope that stands the test of time, That lifts my eyes beyond the beckoning grave, To see the matchless beauty of a day divine When I behold His face! When sufferings cease and sorrows die, and every longing satisfied, then joy unspeakable will flood my soul, For I am truly home.
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