1 Our Jesus is the God of hope;
He works it by his power;
It holds the weak believer up,
In the distressing hour.

2 The darkest cloud hope pierces through,
And waits upon the Lord,
Expects to prove that all is true
Throughout the sacred word.

3 True hope looks out for blessing great;
And, though they’re long delayed,
Yet hope’s determined still to wait,
Until they are conveyed.

4 Hope long will wait, and wait again,
And ne’er can give it up,
Till the blest Lamb, who once was slain,
Appears the God of hope.