I now have found for hope of Hea­ven,
An an­chor-ground that firm will hold;
’Twas through the cross of Je­sus giv­en,
By God ap­point­ed from of old;
A ground that shall en­dur­ing stay,
When earth and skies have passed away,
When earth and skies have passed away.

’Tis God’s own mer­cy ne­ver end­ing;
Its mea­sure all our thoughts ex­ceeds;
While Je­sus, too, His arms ex­tend­ing,
Whose heart for guil­ty sin­ners bleeds,
Now with com­pas­sion calls His foes
To flee from sin and end­less woes,
To flee from sin and end­less woes.

This love’s a deep, our fol­lies hid­ing;
The death of Christ, a match­less grace,
To life and peace our spi­rits guid­ing,
Where wrath no more shall find a place;
His blood for us is plead­ing still,
Let mer­cy all its work ful­fill,
Let mer­cy all its work ful­fill!

Upon this ground I rest most firm­ly,
Long as the earth my dwell­ing prove;
And wish to serve my God and Sav­ior,
Till, dy­ing, I shall rise above,
And there, re­joic­ing, shall adore
Unbounded mer­cy ev­er­more,
Unbounded mer­cy ev­er­more.