Hold on, my heart, in thy believing - The stedfast only wins the crown; He who, when stormy winds are heaving, Parts with its anchor, shall go down; But he who Jesus holds through all, Shall stand, though heaven and earth should fall. Hold out! There comes an end to sorrow; *Hope from the dust shall conquering rise;* The storm foretells a summer's morrow; The cross points on to paradise; The Father reigneth cease all doubt; Hold on, my heart - hold on, hold out. ~Anon.
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