Hope

What though the blossom fall and die ?
The flower is not the root ;
The sun of love may ripen yet
The Master's pleasant fruit.

What though by many a sinful fall
Thy garments are denied ?
A Saviour's blood can cleanse them all ;
Fear not ! thou art His child.

Arise ! and, leaning on His strength,
Thy weakness shall be strong ;
And He will teach Thy heart at length
A new perpetual song.

Arise ! to follow in His track
Each holy footprint clear,
And on an upward course look back
With every brightening year.

Arise ! and on thy future way
His blessing with thee be !
His presence be thy staff and stay,
Till Thou His glory see.