Saturday, September 14, 2013

The Hope of Jesus


The hope of Jesus soothes my soul
Sweet comfort in life’s trial and tear
The cross from which His pardon rolls
Soothes me when I would faint in fear

The hope of Jesus fills my heart
Life’s weight of care would crush my joy
Save for the peace His grace imparts
Where evil threatens to destroy

The hope of Jesus draws me on
For this is but a transient flight
To Heaven’s fair and final dawn
When at sweet last faith becomes sight

Hope; oh, precious gift of God
Beacon of promise in life’s pain
Until we leave this troubled sod
To where we never hope again

© Janet Martin

1 Corinthians 15:19 If in Christ we have hope in this life only, we are of all people most to be pitied.

2 Corinthians 4:16-18  So we do not lose heart. Though our outer self is wasting away, our inner self is being renewed day by day. For this light momentary affliction is preparing for us an eternal weight of glory beyond all comparison, as we look not to the things that are seen but to the things that are unseen. For the things that are seen are transient, but the things that are unseen are eternal.

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