The Blessed Hope
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1. I saw one wea - ry, sad, and torn, with ea - ger steps press on the way,
2. And one I saw, with sword and shield, who boldly braved the world’s cold frown,
3. And there was one who left be - hind the cherished friends of ear - ly years,
4. While pilgrims here we journey on in this dark vale of sin and gloom,
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Who long the hallowed cross had borne, still looking for the promised day;
And fought, unyielding, on the field, to win an ev - er - last - ing crown.
And ho - nor, pleasure, wealth resigned, to tread the path be - dewed with tears.
Through tri - bu - la - tion, hate, and scorn, or through the por - tals of the tomb,
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While ma - ny lines of grief and care, up - on his brow, were furrowed there;
Though worn with toil, oppressed by foes, no murmur from his heart a - rose;
Through tri - als deep and con - flicts sore, yet still a smile of joy he wore;
Till our re - turn - ing King shall come to take His ex - ile captives home,
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I asked what buoyed his spirits up, "O this!" said he, "The blessed hope!"
I asked what buoyed his spirits up, "O this!" said he, "The blessed hope!"
I asked what buoyed his spirits up, "O this!" said he, "The blessed hope!"
O! what can buoy the spirits up? 'Tis this a - lone, the blessed hope!
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