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.

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 Emmanuel'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."

Amen.