The Christian's Guerdon
By Worthie Harris Holden
HOPE is the Christian’s guerdon, steadfast,
sure,
That cannot fail;
It pierces through earth’s mists to anchor
fast
Within the veil,
And pledges e’en the throne and majesty
Of God in heaven,
For thoughts of peace and blest security
To mortals given. Hope yields the sunshine for the darksome
day
When life is sad;
It lifts the burdens of the toilsome way
And bids, “Be glad!”
Hope wreaths the mourner with a hallowed
calm
To quell his grief;
It binds the wounded, bleeding heart
And brings relief. Thou Hope incarnate, born of heaven, im-
bued
In finite man,
Thy power hath waged its battle with
despair
Since sin began.
O, urge us ever onward, till we reach
The kingdom given,
Full ushered to immortal bliss and joy
Of home and heaven!