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. |