Upheld by Hope (Werdebaugh)

Upheld by hope—a glo­ri­ous hope

As days and years roll by;

The com­ing of our Lord and King

Is sure­ly draw­ing nigh.

Upheld by hope all toil is sweet

With this glad thought in view

The Mas­ter may ap­pear to­night

To call His serv­ants true.

Upheld by hope—that won­drous hope

That I shall see His face

And to His like­ness be con­formed

When I have run the race.

Upheld by hope in dark­est days

Faith can the light des­cry:

The deep’n­ing glo­ry in the east

Proclaims de­liv’rance nigh!

Upheld by hope

Be­lov­èd one

I hear the Bride­groom say

Awake! Arise! Go forth to meet

My cha­ri­ot on its way.

Upheld by hope

how glad the heart!

My soul is on the wing!

E’en now His hand is on the door

He comes—my glo­ri­ous king!