All My Hope on God Is Founded

Congregational singing
Metropolitan Tabernacle, London
All my hope on God is founded;
He doth still my trust renew,
Me through change and chance He guideth,
Only good and only true.
God unknown,
He alone
Calls my heart to be His own.
Pride of man and earthly glory,
Sword and crown betray his trust;
What with care and toil he buildeth,
Tower and temple, fall to dust.
But God’s power,
Hour by hour,
Is my temple and my tower.
God’s great goodness lasts for ever,
Deep His wisdom, passing thought:
Splendour, light, and life attend Him,
Good He bringeth out of naught.
Evermore
From His store
Pleasures spring unknown before.
Daily will the almighty Giver
Bounteous gifts on us bestow;
His desire our soul delighteth,
Blessing leads us where we go.
Love doth stand
At His hand;
Joy will flow at His command.
Still from man to God eternal
Sacrifice of praise be done,
High above all praises praising
For the gift of Christ His Son.
Christ doth call
Sinners all:
They who follow shall not fall.

Congregational singing
Metropolitan Tabernacle, London
All my hope on God is founded;
He doth still my trust renew,
Me through change and chance He guideth,
Only good and only true.
God unknown,
He alone
Calls my heart to be His own.
Pride of man and earthly glory,
Sword and crown betray his trust;
What with care and toil he buildeth,
Tower and temple, fall to dust.
But God’s power,
Hour by hour,
Is my temple and my tower.
God’s great goodness lasts for ever,
Deep His wisdom, passing thought:
Splendour, light, and life attend Him,
Good He bringeth out of naught.
Evermore
From His store
Pleasures spring unknown before.
Daily will the almighty Giver
Bounteous gifts on us bestow;
His desire our soul delighteth,
Blessing leads us where we go.
Love doth stand
At His hand;
Joy will flow at His command.
Still from man to God eternal
Sacrifice of praise be done,
High above all praises praising
For the gift of Christ His Son.
Christ doth call
Sinners all:
They who follow shall not fall.

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