Thou art my Hope, O Christ my Lord

Thou art my Hope, O Christ my Lord

Translator: John Brownlie
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Thou art my Hope, O Christ my Lord,
Inspiring, bright, and full of cheer;
Clouds deck themselves with silver sheen
And gloom departs when Thou art near.

No burden rests to crush my soul,
For Thou art wings wherewith to rise;
And from the care of life I soar
To realms of peace, with cloudless skies.

When backward on my path of life
I cast my vision with alarm,
Where spectres grim my footsteps dog,
With one intent,--to do me harm.

I lift mine eyes to where Thou art,
O Christ my Hope, and lo! Thy cheer,
Comes like the morning to my soul,
To scatter dread, and banish fear.

For to Thy Cross my sins are nailed,
And from Thy tomb I deathless rise,
Borne on the wings of living hope
Inspired by Thy great Sacrifice.

Thou art my Hope, O Christ my Lord,
In life, in death, to ages long;
And when her Hope my soul hath won,
Thou, Christ, shalt be my endless song.

Translator: John Brownlie

Brownlie, John, was born at Glasgow, Aug. 6, 1859, and was educated at Glasgow University, and at the Free Church College in the same city. In 1884 he was licensed by the Presbytery of Glasgow; in 1885 he became Assistant Minister of the Free Church, Portpatrick, and on the death of the Senior Minister in 1890 he entered upon the full charge of the Church there. He has interested himself in educational matters, became a Member of the local School Board in 1888, a governor of Stranraer High School in 1897, and Chairman of the governors in 1901. His hymnological works are:— 1. The Hymns and Hymnwriters of the [Scottish] Church Hymnary, 1899. This is a biographical, historical, and critical companion to that hymnal, and is well done and… Go to person page >

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First Line: Thou art my Hope, O Christ my Lord
Translator: John Brownlie
Meter: 8.8.8.8
Language: English



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