My Blessed
Hope
A
trickle running down,
Then
another, followed by millions more.
The
rain comes in a flood
Until
it soars.
Relying
on the Savior
To supply
my needs as only He knows,
I’m
ever in His care;
My blessed
hope.
Pouring
out His grace.
I feel
His favor taking over me.
Flowing
down from the storehouse,
A trickle
has become a stream.
Ever
by my side,
He calls
me His own.
My life
is in His hands;
My blessed
hope.
He has
answered my prayer
And
He will continue to work it out.
I praise
my Lord for all He has done,
My heart gives a shout.
A trickle
here, a trickle there,
He never
leaves me alone.
Forever
at my stay,
My blessed
hope.