There Is A Blessed Hope More Precious An


There is a blessed hope,
More precious and more bright
Than all the joyless mockery
The world esteems delight.

There is a lovely star
That lights the darkest gloom,
And sheds a peaceful radiance o’er
The prospects of the tomb.

There is a cheering voice
That lifts the soul above,
Dispels the painful, anxious doubt,
And whispers, “God is love.”

That voice from Calv’ry’s height
Proclaims the soul forgiv’n;
That star is revelation’s light,
That hope, the hope of heav’n.