When my days are upended, when I don’t know which way to go, when I keep asking the same questions and still don’t hear the answers, I lean on Jesus.
In life and in death, in health and in sickness, in plenty and in want, I build my hope on Jesus.
My hope is built on nothing less than Jesus’ blood and righteousness.
I dare not trust the sweetest frame but wholly lean on Jesus’ name.
As seasons begin and then leave so soon, when daylight turns to darkness, there is nothing and nowhere else to turn but Jesus.
When darkness veils His lovely face, I rest on His unchanging grace;
In every high and stormy gale my anchor holds within the veil.
No matter what else may be offered to satisfy my hunger, only He is the Bread of life.
When other options are presented, He is the only Way and the Truth.
As grief engulfs me, obscuring my sight for the tears in my eyes, He is the Resurrection and the Life.
When the world looks scary, uncertain, out of control, when fear threatens, He is my Peace.
When He shall come with trumpet sound, oh, may I then in Him be found,
Clothed in His righteousness alone, faultless to stand before the throne!
My hope is built on nothing less. Jesus.