  Hope-On-River leads to bliss; Who would such a journey miss? O'er the waters, limpid, sweet, Floating to the Saviour's feet. Hope-On-River is divine, Fairer than the storied Rhine; On its bosom homeward glide, Moving with the gentle tide. Hope-On-River runs for all, Runs beyond the jasper wall— Runs to weary pilgrims bear Past the portals of despair. Hope-On-River ever flows, Purest, sweetest, mortal knows, On its waters float to rest |
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