A Hymn for Sunday

Sweet is the Promise

Sweet is the promise, "I will not forget thee."
Nothing can molest or turn my soul away;
E'en though the night be dark within the valley,
Just beyond is shining an eternal day.
I will not forget thee or leave thee;
In my hands I'll hold thee, in my arms I'll fold thee;
I will not forget thee or leave thee;
I am thy Redeemer, I will care for thee.

Trusting the promise, "I will not forget thee,"
Onward will I go with songs of joy and love;
Though earth despise me, though my friends forsake me,
I shall be remembered in my home above.
I will not forget thee or leave thee;
In my hands I'll hold thee, in my arms I'll fold thee;
I will not forget thee or leave thee;
I am thy Redeemer, I will care for thee.

When at the golden portals I am standing,
All my tribulations, all my sorrows past,
How sweet to hear the blessed proclamation,
"Enter faithful servant, welcome home at last."
I will not forget thee or leave thee;
In my hands I'll hold thee, in my arms I'll fold thee;
I will not forget thee or leave thee;
I am thy Redeemer, I will care for thee.