1 If your hand's on the plow, hold on, hold on;
Tho' the soil may be sterile and hard,
The plowshare will make
The fallow ground break,
And the plowman will have his reward;
Earth's bosom will sparkle with emerald green,
And its grain will be golden king;
The reapers will come, with loud "Harvest Home."
And the gleaners will joyfully sing.
Hold on, hold on, my brother, hold on,
Hold on till the prize is won;
Hold on to the plow,
And weary not now,
For the work is almost done.
2 If your heart's in the work, hold on, hold on;
Tho' the way should be gloomy and sad,
A light will appear,
The pathway be clear,
And the heart of the worker be glad;
Heav'n's portals will open, and music resound,
And the mansions of bliss will ring
With praise for the brave, who labor to save,
And the angels will joyfully sing. [Chorus]
John P Ellis USA 1820-1896. A life-long resident of Flushing, Queens, NY, he was active in his community as a civic leader and speaker, militia captain (police justice officer and member of the Union Riflemen in 1839). In 1848 the newspaper “Family Companion” relates a presentation to him of a fine sword and epaulettes given him by fellow unit members. He was an inventor, having held two patents for window sash locks and a waterproof safe. He was also a poet and hymnist. His poetry was first published in the early 1840s and hymns in 1850.
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Display Title: Hold OnFirst Line: If your hand's on the plow, hold on, hold onTune Title: [If your hand's on the plow, hold on, hold on]Author: John P. EllisDate: 1908Subject: Living His Life | Call to Activity; Living His Life | Loyalty to Christ