Hope on, hope on, O trou­bled heart;
If doubts and fears o’er­take thee,
Remember this—The Lord hath said,
He ne­ver will for­sake thee;
Then mur­mur not, still bear thy lot,
Nor yield to care or sor­row;
Be sure the clouds that frown to­day,
Will break in smiles to­mor­row.

Hope on, hope on, though dark and deep
The sha­dows ga­ther o’er thee;
Be not dis­mayed; thy Sav­ior holds
The lamp of life be­fore thee;
And if He will that thou to­day
Shouldst tread the vale of sor­row,
Be not afraid, but trust and wait;
The sun will shine to­mor­row.

Hope on, hope on, go brave­ly forth
Through tri­al and temp­ta­tion,
Directed by the word of truth,
So full of con­so­la­tion;
There is a calm for ev­ery storm,
A joy for ev­ery sor­row,
A night from which the soul shall wake
To hail an end­less mor­row.