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
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