Hope Springing Up

Verse 1

My soul before you prostrate lies; to you, its Source, my spirit flies; O turn to me your cheering face; I'm poor, enrich me with your grace.

Verse 2

Take full possession of my heart; to me your lowly mind impart; break nature's bonds, and let me see, he whom you free indeed is free.

Verse 3

Still will I wait, O Lord on you, till in your light I see anew; till you in my behalf appear, to banish ev'ry doubt and fear.

Verse 4

Then e'en in storms I shall you know, my sure support and refuge too; in ev'ry trial I shall prove assuredly that God is love.