Praise God

When in this life all hope has fled, 
to heaven I will lift my head.
If all my struggles are for naught,
still for your kingdom I have fought.
Should I be laid in a pauper's grave,
still, I know, your love will save.
And though the world my soul would break,
you too were broken for my sake.

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