Sunday Hymn: Christ, of All My Hopes the Ground

CHRIST, OF ALL MY HOPES THE GROUND

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 pow'rs employ.

Let thy love my heart inflame;
Keep thy fear before my sight;
Be thy praise my highest aim;
Be thy smile my chief delight.

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

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

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."

Trinity Hymnal #437

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[lawyerchik1]

There is just nothing like the old hymns. There is so much good stuff in there! (Also: LOVE your new header photo! Very summer-appropriate!) :)