The Hymnal ‎#567

567. Christ, of all my hopes the Ground

1 Christ, of all my hopes the Ground,
Christ the Spring of all my joy,
Still in Thee may I be found,
Still for Thee my powers employ.

2 Fountain of o'erflowing grace,
Freely from Thy fulness give;
Till I close my earthly race,
May I prove it "Christ to live."

3 Firmly trusting in Thy blood,
Nothing shall my heart confound;
Safely I shall pass the flood,
Safely reach Emmanuel's ground.

4 When I touch the blessèd shore,
Back the closing waves shall roll;
Death's dark stream shall nevermore
Part from Thee my ravished soul.

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."

Amen.

Text Information

• First Line: Christ, of all my hopes the Ground
• Author: Rev. Ralph Wardlaw (1817)
• Publication Date: 1895

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