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."