Hold Fast Till I Come

Oh

spir­it

o’er­whelmed

By thy fail­ures and fears

Look up to thy Lord

Though with trem­bling and tears;

Weak Faith

to thy call

Seem the heav’ns on­ly dumb?

To thee is the mes­sage

Hold fast till I come.

Hold fast till I come

Hold fast till I come

A bright crown awaits thee;

Hold fast till I come.

Hold fast when the world

Would al­lure thee to sin;

Hold fast when the tempt­er

Assails from with­in;

In sun­shine or sad­ness

In gain or in loss

To fal­ter were mad­ness;

Oh

cling to the cross.

Thy Sav­ior is com­ing

In ten­der­est love

To make up His jew­els

And bear them above:

Oh

child

in thine ang­uish

Despairing or dumb

Remember the mes­sage

Hold fast till I come.