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I have a hope, serene and sure,
That anchors past the veil;
In all the storms it holds secure,
Nor will it ever fail.
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.
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 doth not fear
The silent grave to view,
Nay, doth not shrink though death appear,
For I shall live anew.
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.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.) and refra
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1911
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Bible Refs:
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Heb 6:19;
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I HAVE A HOPE
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.) and refra
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1911
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