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 ! 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 cheered 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!