I Have A Hope, Serene And Sure,
That Anchors Past The Veil;
In All The Storms It Holds Secure,
Nor Will It Ever Fail.

My Hope Is Born Of God’s Own Word,
And Nourished By His Grace;
His Promise True My Soul Hath Heard,
And Hope Beholds His Face.

I Have A Hope That Looks Away
From Present Woes And Tears
To Heaven’s Bright Eternal Day,
Till Sorrow Disappears.

I Have A Hope That Doth Not Fear
The Silent Grave To View,
Nay, Doth Not Shrink Though Death Appear,
For I Shall Live Anew.

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