Oh, spi­rit, o’er­whelmed
By thy fail­ures and fears,
Look up to thy Lord,
Though with trem­bling and tears;
Weak Faith, to thy call
Seem the heav’ns on­ly dumb?
To thee is the mes­sage,
Hold fast till I come.

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Hold fast till I come,
Hold fast till I come,
A bright crown awaits thee;
Hold fast till I come.

Hold fast when the world
Would al­lure thee to sin;
Hold fast when the temp­ter
Assails from with­in;
In sun­shine or sad­ness,
In gain or in loss,
To fal­ter were mad­ness;
Oh, cling to the cross.

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Thy Sav­ior is com­ing
In ten­der­est love,
To make up His jew­els
And bear them above:
Oh, child, in thine ang­uish,
Despairing or dumb,
Remember the mes­sage,
Hold fast till I come.

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