Hope of the world, Thou Christ of great com­pas­sion,
Speaking to our fear­ful hearts by con­flict rent.
Save us, Thy people, from con­sum­ing pas­sion,
Who by our own false hopes and aims are spent.

Hope of the world, God’s Gift from high­est hea­ven,
Bringing to hun­gry souls the bread of life,
Still let Thy Spir­it un­to us be giv­en
To heal earth’s wounds and end her bit­ter strife.

Hope of the world, afoot on dus­ty high­ways,
Showing to wan­der­ing souls the path of light;
Walk Thou be­side us lest the tempt­ing by­ways
Lure us away from Thee to end­less night.

Hope of the world, who by Thy cross didst save us
From death and dark des­pair, from sin and guilt,
We ren­der back the love Thy mer­cy gave us;
Take Thou our lives and use them as Thou wilt.

Hope of the world, O Christ, o’er death vic­tor­ious,
Who by this sign didst con­quer grief and pain,
We would be faith­ful to Thy gos­pel glor­ious:
Thou art our Lord! Thou dost for­ev­er reign!