Hope springing up.
MY soul before thee prostrate lies;
To thee, her Source, my spirit ﬂies;
My wants I mourn, my chains I see;
0 let thy presence set me free.
2 Jesus, vouchsafe my heart and will
With thy meek lowliness to ﬁll;
No more her power let nature boast,
But in thy will may mine be lost.
3 Already springing hope I feel,—
God will destroy the power of hell,
And, from a land of wars and pain,
Lead me where peace and safety reign.
4 One only care my soul shall know,—
Father, all thy commands to do;
And feel, what endless years shall prove,
That thou, my Lord, my God, art love.
Christian Friedrich Richter; trans. John Wesley
Methodist Episcopal hymnal (1870 edition)