The Christian’s Hope

While tra­v’l­ing thro’ this drea­ry land

O’er mount­ain heights or de­sert land;

Hope makes the droop­ing spir­its rise

And cheers me on to reach the prize.

O bless­èd hope! O pre­cious hope!

It lifts the veil

and now I see

That land of light where comes no night

Where I shall live eter­nal­ly.

This bless­èd hope is dear to me

It lifts me up till I can see

That jas­per ci­ty bright and fair

Beyond this world of toil and care.

This world no hope like this can give

Nor life so sweet as this to live;

No long­er I in dark­ness grope

For now I walk by light of hope.