| Song | Christ, Of All My Hopes The Ground |
| Content Description | “Christ, Of All My Hopes The Ground” is a reflective hymn that emphasizes Jesus Christ as the firm foundation of faith and the ultimate source of hope. The lyrics encourage believers to place all their trust, joy, and expectations in Christ, who never fails. With themes of steadfastness, devotion, and spiritual assurance, this hymn provides comfort and inspiration for worshippers seeking guidance and strength in their walk with God. Christ, Of All My Hopes The Ground lyrics remind believers that true security and hope are found only in Christ, our unfailing cornerstone. |
| Album | Christian Hymnal – Series 2 |
| Genre | Praise & Worship |
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| Publisher / Copyrights | John Wesley’s Collection of Hymns |
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| Tags | hymn, Charles Wesley, hope, foundation, traditional worship |
| Theme(s) | Hope, Faith, Christ as Foundation, Devotion, Trust |
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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.
Let Thy Love My Heart Inflame,
Keep Thy Fear Before My Sight,
Be Thy Praise My Highest Aim,
Be Thy Smile My Chief Delight!
When Affliction Clouds My Sky,
And The Wintry Tempests Blow,
Let Thy Mercy-Beaming Eye
Sweetly Cheer The Night Of Woe.
When New Triumphs Of Thy Name
Swell The Raptured Songs Above,
May I Feel A Kindred Flame,
Full Of Zeal, And Full Of Love!
Life’s Best Joy, To See Thy Praise
Fly On Wings Of Gospel Light,
Leading On Millennial Days,
Scattering All The Shades Of Night!
Fountain Of O’erflowing Grace,
Freely From Thy Fulness Give;
Till I Close My Earthly Race,
May I Prove It “Christ To Live!”
When, With Wasting Sickness Worn,
Sinking To The Grave I Lie,
Or, By Sudden Anguish Torn,
Startled Nature Dreads To Die;
Jesus, My Redeeming Lord,
Be Thou Then In Mercy Near!
Let Thy Smile Of Love Afford
Full Relief From All My Fear.
Firmly Trusting In Thy Blood,
Nothing Shall My Heart Confound;
Safely Shall I Pass The Flood,
Safely Reach Immanuel’s Ground.
When I Touch The Blessed Shore,
Back The Closing Waves Shall Roll;
Death’s Dark Stream Shall Never More
Part From Thee My Ravished Soul.
Thus, O Thus, An Entrance Give
To The Land Of Cloudless Sky;
Having Known It “Christ To Live,”
Let Me Find It “Gain To Die!”
