1 Christ, of all my hopes the ground,
Christ, the spring of all my joy,
still in you may I be found,
still for you my pow'rs employ,
still for you my pow'rs employ.
2 Let your love my heart inflame;
keep your fear before my sight;
be your praise my highest aim;
be your smile my chief delight,
be your smile my chief delight.
3 Fountain of o'erflowing grace,
freely from your fullness give;
till I close my earthly race,
may I prove it "Christ to live,"
may I prove it "Christ to live."
4 Firmly trusting in your blood,
nothing shall my heart confound;
safely I shall pass the flood,
safely reach Immanuel's ground,
safely reach Immanuel's ground.
5 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."
|First Line:||Christ, of all my hopes the ground|
|Title:||Christ, of All My Hopes the Ground|
|Author:||Ralph Wardlaw (1817)|
|Topic:||The Way of Salvation: Union with Christ; Death: Trusting God in; Faith: In Christ(3 more...)|
|Composer:||Henri A. César Malan (1827)|