Poem 2

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 one, my heart – hold on, hold out.

~Anon