Jesus, My Strength, My Hope

Jesus

my strength

my hope

On Thee I cast my care

With hum­ble con­fi­dence look up

And know Thou hear’st my pray­er.

Give me on Thee to wait

Till I can all things do;

On Thee

al­migh­ty to cre­ate

Almighty to re­new.

I want a sober mind

A self-re­noun­cing will

That tram­ples down and casts be­hind

The baits of pleas­ing ill;

A soul in­ured to pain

To hard­ship

grief

and loss

Bold to take up

firm to sus­tain

The con­se­crat­ed cross.

I want a god­ly fear

A quick dis­cern­ing eye

That looks to Thee when sin is near

And sees the tempt­er fly;

A spir­it still pre­pared

And armed with jea­lous care

Forever stand­ing on its guard

And watch­ing un­to pray­er.

I want a heart to pray

To pray and nev­er cease

Never to mur­mur at Thy stay

Or wish my suf­fer­ings less.

This bless­ing

above all

Always to pray

I want

Out of the deep on Thee to call

And nev­er

nev­er faint.

I want a true re­gard

A sin­gle

stea­dy aim

Unmoved by threat’ni­ng or re­ward

To Thee and Thy great name.

A jea­lous

just con­cern

For Thine im­mor­tal praise;

A pure de­sire that all may learn

And glo­ri­fy Thy grace.

I rest up­on Thy Word;

The pro­mise is for me;

My com­fort and sal­va­tion

Lord

Shall sure­ly come from Thee.

But let me still abide

Nor from my hope re­move

Till Thou my pa­tient spir­it guide

Into Thy per­fect love.

I want with all my heart

Thy plea­sure to ful­fill

To know my­self

and what Thou art

And what Thy per­fect will.

I want I know not what

I want my wants to see

I want—alas! what want I not

When Thou art not in me?