O Jesus, My Hope

O Je­sus my hope

for me of­fered up

Who with cla­mor pur­sued Thee to Cal­va­ry’s top

The blood Thou hast shed

for me let it plead

And de­clare Thou hast died in Thy mur­der­er’s stead.

Thy blood

which alone for sin could atone

For the in­fi­nite ev­il I mad­ly have done

That on­ly can seal my par­don

and fill

My heart with a pow­er of ob­ey­ing Thy will.

Come then from above

its hard­ness re­move

And van­quish my heart with the sense of Thy love;

Thy love on the tree dis­play un­to me.

And the serv­ant of sin in a mo­ment is free.

Neither pas­sion nor pride Thy cross can ab­ide

But melt in the fount­ain that streams from Thy side;

Let Thy life-giv­ing blood re­move all my load

And purge my foul con­science

and bring me to God.

Now

now let me know its vir­tue be­low

Let it wash me

and I shall be whit­er than snow;

Let it hal­low my heart

and ful­ly con­vert

And make me

O Lord

in the world as Thou art.

Each mo­ment ap­plied my weak­ness to hide

Thy blood be up­on me

and al­ways abide

My ad­vo­cate prove with the Fa­ther ab­ove

And speak me at last to the throne of Thy love.