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.