My hope rests firm on Jesus Christ:
he is my only plea.
Though all the world should point and scorn,
his ransom leaves me free,
his ransom leaves me free.
My hope sustains me as I strive
and strain towards the goal.
Though I still stumble into sin
his death paid for it all,
his death paid for it all.
My hope provides me with a spur
to help me run this race.
I know my tears will turn to joy
the day I see his face,
the day I see his face.
My hope is to be with my Lord,
to know as I am known,
to serve him gladly all my days
in praise before his throne,
in praise before his throne.