Christ, of All My Hopes the Ground

Christ

of all my hopes the ground;

Christ

the spring of all my joy;

Still in Thee may I be found

Still for Thee my pow­ers em­ploy

Still for Thee my powers em­ploy.

Let Thy love my heart in­flame;

Keep Thy fear be­fore my sight;

Be Thy praise my high­est aim;

Be Thy smile my chief de­light

Be Thy smile my chief de­light.

When af­flict­ion clouds my sky

And the win­try tem­pests blow

Let Thy mer­cy beam­ing eye

Sweetly cheer the night of woe.

Sweetly cheer the night of woe.

When new tri­umphs of Thy name

Swell the rap­tured songs above

May I feel a kin­dred flame

Full of zeal

and full of love!

Full of zeal

and full of love!

Life’s best joy

to see Thy praise

Fly on wings of Gos­pel light

Leading on mil­len­ni­al days

Scattering all the shades of night!

Scattering all the shades of night!

Fountain of ov­er­flow­ing grace

Freely from Thy full­ness give;

Till I close my earth­ly race

May I prove it Christ to live!

May I prove it Christ to live!

When

with wast­ing sick­ness worn

Sinking to the grave I lie

Or

by sud­den ang­uish torn

Startled na­ture dreads to die

Startled na­ture dreads to die.

Jesus

my re­deem­ing Lord

Be Thou then in mer­cy near!

Let Thy smile of love af­ford

Full re­lief from all my fear

Full re­lief from all my fear.

Firmly trust­ing in Thy blood

Nothing shall my heart con­found;

Safely I shall pass the flood

Safely reach Em­ma­nu­el’s ground

Safely reach Em­ma­nu­el’s ground.

When I touch the bless­èd shore

Back the clos­ing waves shall roll;

Death’s dark stream shall nev­er more

Part from Thee my ra­vished soul

Part from Thee my ra­vished soul.

Thus

O thus

an en­trance give

To the land of cloud­less sky;

Having known it Christ to live

Let me know it gain to die

Let me know it gain to die.