Thou art my hope, Lord Jesus,
My soul hath found in Thee
What sorely here it needed—
Peace and security.
Since ever I have known Thee,
Since first Thy grace I saw,
Fears from my heart are banish’d,
I dread no more the law.
The wrathful sword of justice
Suspended o’er my head,
Discharged on Thee, my Savior,
Its death-stroke, in my stead.
The death which Thou didst suffer,
Was suffer’d Lord, for me;
For pleased Thou wast in purest grace,
My substitute to be.
What love to me, my Savior!
Love in that cross did shine;
That cross endured, accepted,
For my sins, Lord, not Thine.
How much, Lord, it behooves me,
My life to consecrate
To Thee, who to redeem me,
My guilty place didst take.
Thou art my rest, Lord Jesus;
Repose hath now my soul,
As all my sins in all their guilt,
On Thee, my Lord, I roll.