1 Christ, of all my hopes the ground,
Christ, the spring of all my joy,
still in you may I be found,
still for theemy powers employ
2 Let thy love my heart inflame;
keep your fear before my sight;
be thy praise my highest aim;
Be thy smile my chief delight.
3 Fountain of o'erflowing grace,
freely from thy fullness give;
till I close my earthly race,
may I prove it Christ to live.
4 Firmly trusting in thy blood,
nothing shall my heart confound;
safely I shall pass the flood,
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.
|First Line:||Christ, of all my hopes the ground|
|Title:||Christ, of All My Hopes the Ground|
|Author:||Ralph Wardlaw (1817)|
|Topic:||Faith and Aspiration; Jesus Christ: Grace|
|Composer (melody and bass):||Orlando Gibbons (1623; alt.)|