Uphold me according unto Thy Word, that I may live: and let me not be ashamed of my hope.
Psalm 119:116
Words: E. May Crawford, in Hymns of Consecration and Faith, by James Mountain (London: Marshall Brothers, new & enlarged edition, circa 1902), number 413.
Music: Bakersfield, anonymous, from the S.A.G.M. Hymn Series, number 5 (🔊 pdf nwc).
If you know where to get a good photo of Crawford (head & shoulders, at least 200×300 pixels),
Upheld by hope
—a glorious hope
As days and years roll by;
The coming of our Lord and king
Is surely drawing nigh.
Upheld by hope
all toil is sweet
With this glad thought in view,
The Master may appear tonight
To call His servants true.
Upheld by hope
—that wondrous hope,
That I shall see His face,
And to His likeness be conformed
When I have run the race.
Upheld by hope
in darkest days
Faith can the light descry:
The deepening glory in the east
Proclaims deliverance nigh!
Upheld by hope,
Belovèd one,
I hear the Bridegroom say,
Awake! arise! go forth to meet
My chariot on its way.
Upheld by hope,
how glad the heart!
My soul is on the wing!
E’en now His hand is on the door
He comes—my glorious king!