I Have a Hope (#23) | Charles W. Naylor, 1911

I have a hope, serene and sure, That anchors past the veil; In all the storms it holds secure, Nor will it ever fail. Refrain: My hope is born of God’s own word, And nourished by His grace; His promise true my soul hath heard, And hope beholds His face. I have a hope that looks away From present woes and tears To heaven’s bright eternal day, Till sorrow disappears. I have a hope that doth not fear The silent grave to view, Nay, doth not shrink though death appear, For I shall live anew.