Hope
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Tate and Brady's New Version, 1696, 1698·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
As pants the hart for cooling streams
When heated in the chase,
So longs my soul, O God, for Thee,
And Thy refreshing grace.
Verse 2
For Thee, my God, the living God,
My thirsty soul doth pine;
O when shall I behold Thy Face,
Thou Majesty Divine!
Verse 3
Why restless, why cast down, my soul?
Trust God; and He’ll employ
His aid for Thee, and change these sighs
To thankful hymns of joy.
Verse 4
Why restless, why cast down, my soul?
Hope still; and thou shalt sing
The praise of Him who is thy God,
Thy health’s eternal Spring.
Isaac Watts·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
Behold what wondrous grace
The Father has bestowed
On sinners of a mortal race,
To call them sons of God!
Verse 2
Nor doth it yet appear
How great we must be made;
But when we see our Saviour here
We shall be like our Head.
Verse 3
A hope so much Divine
May trials well endure,
May purge our souls from sense and sin,
As Christ the Lord is pure.
Verse 4
If in my Father’s love
I share a filial part,
Send down Thy Spirit like a dove
To rest upon my heart.
Verse 5
We would no longer lie
Like slaves beneath the throne;
My faith shall “Abba, Father,” cry,
And Thou the kindred own.
Isaac Watts, “Behold What Wondrous Grace”
John Cennick·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
Children of the heavenly King,
As ye journey, sweetly sing;
Sing your Saviour’s worthy praise,
Glorious in His works and ways.
Verse 2
We are travelling home to God
In the way the fathers trod;
They are happy now, and we
Soon their happiness shall see.
Verse 3
Shout, ye little flock, and blest;
Ye on Jesus’ throne shall rest;
There your seat is now prepared,
There’s your kingdom and reward.
Verse 4
Lift your eyes, ye sons of light,
Zion’s city is in sight;
There our endless home shall be,
There our Lord we soon shall see.
Verse 5
Fear not, brethren; joyful stand
On the borders of your land;
Jesus Christ, your Father’s Son,
Bids you undismayed go on.
Verse 6
Lord, obediently we go,
Gladly leaving all below;
Only Thou our Leader be,
And we still will follow Thee.
John Cennick, “Children of the Heavenly King”
Paul Gerhardt, 1656; tr. John Wesley, 1739·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
Commit thou all thy griefs
And ways into His hands,
To His sure truth and tender care,
Who earth and heaven commands.
Verse 2
Who points the clouds their course,
Whom winds and seas obey,
He shall direct thy wandering feet,
He shall prepare thy way.
Verse 3
Give to the winds thy fears;
Hope, and be undismayed;
God hears thy sighs, and counts thy tears,
God shall lift up thy head.
Verse 4
What though thou rulest not?
Yet heaven and earth and hell
Proclaim, God sitteth on the throne,
And ruleth all things well.
Verse 5
Leave to His sovereign sway
To choose and to command;
So shalt thou wondering own, His way
How wise, how strong His hand!
Verse 6
Thou seest our weakness, Lord;
Our hearts are known to Thee:
O lift Thou up the sinking hand,
Confirm the feeble knee.
Verse 7
Let us, in life, in death,
Thy steadfast truth declare,
And publish, with our latest breath,
Thy love and guardian care.
Charles Wesley·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
Jesus, my Strength, my Hope,
On Thee I cast my care;
With humble confidence look up,
And know Thou hearest my prayer;
Give me on Thee to wait,
Till I can all things do;
On Thee, almighty to create,
Almighty to renew.
Verse 2
I want a sober mind,
A self-renouncing will,
That tramples down and casts behind
The baits of pleasing ill;
A soul inured to pain,
To hardship, grief, and loss;
Bold to take up, firm to sustain,
The consecrated cross.
Verse 3
I want a godly fear,
A quick-discerning eye,
That looks to Thee when sin is near,
And sees the tempter fly;
A spirit still prepared,
And armed with jealous care;
For ever standing on its guard,
And watching unto prayer.
Verse 4
I rest upon Thy word;
Thy promise is for me;
My succor and salvation, Lord,
Shall surely come from Thee:
But let me still abide,
Nor from my Hope remove,
Till Thou my patient spirit guide
Into Thy perfect love.
Charles Wesley, “Jesus, My Strength, My Hope”
Edward Mote·Modern
Verse 1
My hope is built on nothing less
Than Jesus’ blood and righteousness;
I dare not trust the sweetest frame,
But wholly lean on Jesus’ Name.
On Christ, the solid Rock, I stand;
All other ground is sinking sand.
Verse 2
When darkness veils His lovely face,
I rest upon unchanging grace;
In every rough and stormy gale
My anchor holds within the veil.
On Christ, the solid Rock, I stand;
All other ground is sinking sand.
Verse 3
His oath, His covenant, and His blood
Support me in the sinking flood;
When all around my soul gives way,
He then is all my Hope and Stay.
On Christ, the solid Rock, I stand;
All other ground is sinking sand.
Verse 4
When I shall launch in worlds unseen,
O may I then be found in Him;
Dressed in His righteousness alone,
Faultless to stand before the throne.
On Christ, the solid Rock, I stand;
All other ground is sinking sand.
Edward Mote·Modern
Verse 1
My hope is built on nothing less
Than Jesus’ blood and righteousness;
I dare not trust the sweetest frame,
But wholly lean on Jesus’ Name.
On Christ, the solid Rock, I stand;
All other ground is sinking sand.
Verse 2
When darkness veils His lovely face,
I rest upon unchanging grace;
In every rough and stormy gale
My anchor holds within the veil.
On Christ, the solid Rock, I stand;
All other ground is sinking sand.
Verse 3
His oath, His covenant, and His blood
Support me in the sinking flood;
When all around my soul gives way,
He then is all my Hope and Stay.
On Christ, the solid Rock, I stand;
All other ground is sinking sand.
Verse 4
When I shall launch in worlds unseen,
O may I then be found in Him;
Dressed in His righteousness alone,
Faultless to stand before the throne.
On Christ, the solid Rock, I stand;
All other ground is sinking sand.
Edward Mote, “My Hope Is Built on Nothing Less”
John M. Neale·Modern
Verse 1
O very God of very God,
And very Light of Light,
Whose feet this earth’s dark valley trod,
That so it might be bright;
Verse 2
Our hopes are weak, our fears are strong,
Thick darkness blinds our eyes;
Cold is the night, and O, we long
That Thou, our Sun, wouldst rise!
Verse 3
And even now, though dull and gray,
The east is brightening fast,
And kindling to the perfect day
That never shall be past.
Verse 4
O guide us till our path is done,
And we have reached the shore
Where Thou, our everlasting Sun,
Art shining evermore.
Verse 5
We wait in faith, and turn our face
To where the daylight springs,
Till Thou shalt come, our gloom to chase,
With healing in Thy wings.
Verse 6
To God the Father power and might
Both now and ever be;
To Him that is the Light of Light
And, Holy Ghost, to Thee.
John M. Neale, “O Very God of Very God”
Isaac Watts·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
’Tis by the faith of joys to come
We walk through deserts dark as night:
Till we arrive at heaven, our home,
Faith is our guide, and faith our light.
Verse 2
The want of sight she well supplies;
She makes the pearly gates appear;
Far into distant worlds she pries,
And brings eternal glories near.
Verse 3
Cheerful we tread the desert through,
While faith inspires a heavenly ray;
Though lions roar and tempests blow,
And rocks and dangers fill the way.
Verse 4
So Abram, by Divine command,
Left his own house to walk with God;
His faith beheld the promised land,
And fired his zeal along the road.
Isaac Watts, “'Tis by the Faith of Joys to Come”
Augustus M. Toplady·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
Your harps, ye trembling saints,
Down from the willows take;
Loud to the praise of love Divine
Bid every string awake.
Verse 2
Though in a foreign land,
We are not far from home;
And nearer to our house above
We every moment come.
Verse 3
His grace will to the end
Stronger and brighter shine;
Nor present things, nor things to come,
Shall quench the spark Divine.
Verse 4
When we in darkness walk,
Nor feel the heavenly flame,
Then is the time to trust our God,
And rest upon His Name.
Verse 5
Soon shall our doubts and fears
Subside at His control;
His loving-kindness shall break through
The midnight of the soul.
Verse 6
Blest is the man, O God,
That stays himself on Thee:
Who wait for Thy salvation, Lord,
Shall Thy salvation see.
Augustus M. Toplady, “Your Harps, Ye Trembling Saints”
Behold here a broad foundation for the faith of a Christian! We are told in the Gospel to come to Jesus, to believe on Jesus, to live the life of faith in Jesus. We are encouraged to lean on Him, to cast all our care on Him, to repose all the weight of our souls on Him. We may do so without fear. He can bear all. He is a strong rock. He is Almighty. It was a fine saying of an old saint, ‘my faith can sleep sound on no other pillow than Christ’s omnipotence.’ He can give life to the dead. He can give power to the weak. He can ‘increase strength to them that have no might.’ Let us trust him, and not be afraid. The world is full of snares. Our hearts are weak. But with Jesus nothing is impossible.
J. C. Ryle, Matthew