Explore "That Blessed Hope" by Frances Ellen Watkins Harper on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
Oh! crush it not, that hope so blest, / Which cheers the fainting heart, / And points it to the coming rest, / Where sorrow has no part.
Tear from my heart each worldly prop, / Unbind each earthly string, / But to this blest and glorious hope, / Oh! let my spirit cling.
It cheer'd amid the days of old / Each holy patriarch's breast; / It was an anchor to their souls, / Upon it let me rest.
When wandering in dens and caves, / In sheep and goat skins dress'd, / A peel'd and scatter'd people learned / To know this hope was blest.
Help me, amidst this world of strife, / To long for Christ to reign, / That when He brings the crown of life, / I may that crown obtain!