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388 Anchor

Faith is the Christian's prop,
Whereon his sorrows lean; 
It is the substance of his hope, 
His proof of things unseen; 
It is the anchor of his soul 
When tempests rage and billows roll.

Faith is the polar star 
That guides the Christian's way, 
Directs his wand'rings from afar 
To realms of endless day; 
It points the course where'er he roam, 
And safely leads the pilgrim home.

Faith is the rainbow's form 
Hung on the brow of heav'n, 
The glory of the passing storm, 
The pledge of mercy giv'n; 
It is the bright, triumphal arch, 
Thru which the saints to glory march.

The faith that works by love,
And purifies the heart,
A foretaste of the joys above
To mortals can impart;
It bears us thru this earthly strife,
And triumphs in immortal life.

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