Hope On by J. W. Vallandingham

Review and Herald Publishing Association · Takoma Park Station, Washington, D. C. · Apr 30, 1908

Hope On

By J. W. Vallandingham

Hope on, my soul, though sorrow’s waves Beat hard upon thy breast; The storm will cease, a calm will come, Life’s sea will be at rest. Beyond the clouds that darken now, The friendly sunbeams smile That sometime soon will light thy way; Hope on, and wait the while.

Hope on, my soul, though foes assail At morn, at noon, at night; The unseen power that rules the world Will guide thy steps aright. Be strong in him, and in thine heart, Let come no thought of guile; For he will turn aside each dart, And keep thee safe the while.

Hope on, my soul; the unseen way Will open as you go. Thy future path thou needst not see Nor even care to know. Thy steps are ordered by the One Who on thy life doth smile; He’ll lead thee safely to thy rest, Hope thou in him the while.

Hope on, my soul, in fight of faith, With helmet, sword, and shield; Fight on, to no assailing foe For e’en-one moment yield. Press on in life’s great battle march Until you cross the stile, And enter heaven’s golden gate In God’s great after-while.

— J. W. Vallandingham.