1. While trav'ling thro this dreary land,
O'er mountain heights or desert sand;
Hope makes the drooping spirits rise,
And cheers me on to reach the prize.
Oh blessed hope!
Oh precious hope!
It lifts the vail and now I see
That land of light where comes no night
Where I shall live eternally.
2. This Blessed Hope is dear to me,
It lifts me up till I can see
That jasper city bright and fair,
Beyond this world of toil and care. [Chorus]
3. This world no Hope like this can give,
Nor life so sweet as this to live;
No longer I in darkness grope,
For now I walk by light of Hope. [Chorus]
Source: Carols of Hope: a compilation of select sacred songs for use in Sunday schools, praise and young people's services #3
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|Carols of Hope: a compilation of select sacred songs for use in Sunday schools, praise and young people's services #3||The Christian's Hope||While trav'ling thro' this dreary land||[While trav'ling thro' this dreary land]||C. M. S.||1906|