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FAITH AND PRAYER.
355 C. M.
The hopes of heaven our support under trials on earth.
1 \X7HEN I can read my title clear
’ ’ To mansions in the skies,
I’ll bid farewell to every fear,
And wipe my weeping eyes.
2 Should earth against my soul engage,
And fiery darts be hurled,
Then I can smile at Satan’s rage,
And face a frowning world.
3 Let cares like a wild deluge come,
And storms of sorrow fall;
May I but safely reach my home,
My God, my heaven, my all:
4 There shall I bathe my weary soul
In seas of heavenly rest,
And not a wave of trouble roll
Across my peaceful breast.
5 When we’ve been there ten thousand years
Bright shining as the sun,
We’ve no less days to sing God’s praise,
Than when we first begun.
356 C. M.
Not ashamed of the Gospel.
1 |’M not ashamed to own my Lord
1 Or to defend his cause,
Maintain the honor of his word,
The glory of his cross.
I Jesus, my God, I know his name,
His name is all my trust,
Nor will he put my soul to shame,
Nor let my hope be lost.
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