Hope Springs Eternal

Vain are the hopes the sons of men by their own works have built;

Their hearts by nature are unclean, and all their actions, guilt.

Vain are the hopes that rebels place Upon their blood and birth,

Their Hearts are deluded and deceived by the promises of earth

For hope that is in passing things, that is no hope at all

It melts into oblivion, its edifices fall

There is a hope, a fountain from which living waters flow

Its source the throne of heaven where the blood of Christ atones

Chorus:

There is a fountain from which flows a never-ending stream

A river that rages against sin or a spring to wash us clean

An everlasting source of hope, we trust in this alone

For our hope springs eternal as it flows down from the throne

It is the source of hope for those who rely on His blood

And to rebel hearts a deluge that will purge them in its flood

'Tis from the mercy of our God That all our hopes begin;

'Tis by the water and the blood Our souls are washed from sin.

'Tis through the purchase of his death Who hung upon the tree,

The Spirit is sent down to breathe On such dry bones as we.

No more, my God, I boast no more Of all the duties I have done;

I quit the hopes I held before, To trust the merits of Your Son.

Chorus:

There is a fountain from which flows a never-ending stream

A river that rages against sin or a spring to wash us clean

An everlasting source of hope, we trust in this alone

For our hope springs eternal as it flows down from the throne

Jesus, my God! I know his name, His name is all my trust;

Nor will he put my soul to shame, Nor let my hope be lost.

All our hopes are laid In you, our surety and our head;

Your cross, Your cradle, and Your throne, insure our souls are fed.

When from the dead God raised his Son, And called him to the sky,

He gave our souls a living hope That they should never die.

This is the pillar of our hope That bears our fainting spirits up:

We read the Word, receive the Grace and trust the drained cup.

Chorus: There is a fountain from which flows a never-ending stream

A river that rages against sin or a spring to wash us clean

An everlasting source of hope, we trust in this alone

For our hope springs eternal as it flows down from the throne!

Some words after Isaac Watts and Alexander Pope

Anthony Foster

September 9, 2018