Hymns From The Morningland

tr., John Brownlie

6,6,8,8,6

I

My hope is firmly set

On Him Whose truth abides;

The lights of earth may fade and die,

The hopes of earth despairing fly, --

No fear my heart betides.

II

My love its ardour finds

In Him Whose love is strong,

Who bought me with a price untold,

More than of silver or of gold,

And fills my heart with song.

III

My peace its calm attains

In Him Whose power defends;

My foes may sound a loud alarm,

I trust securely in the arm

He for my succour lends.

IV

My joy its gladness sings

In notes His voice awakes, --

A joy no effort can attain,

That thrills alike in loss and gain,

And when the world forsakes.

V

Thou Christ art all I need,

Of all my bliss the spring;

More fulness in Thy grace is found,

Than when the corn and wine abound,

And all the world can bring.