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)|
|Scripture:||Philippians 1; Philippians 1:21|
|Topic:||The Way of Salvation: Union with Christ; Death: Trusting God in; Faith: In Christ(3 more...)|
|Composer:||Henri A. César Malan (1827)|