Hope springs forth naturally,
In the well watered soul
Of the faithful;
For hope is the fruit of faith:
Faith freely accepts
And believes the Promise;
Hope looks in anticipation,
Forward to its fulfillment.
By faith, are we grafted into Life;
In hope, do we blossom:
For when hope cometh in,
It is a Tree of Life
Unto the craving soul
Of His beloved.

Thou art my hope,
Oh Lord God,
Thou art my trust,
Even from my youth;
Therefore, is my heart glad,
And doth my soul rejoice,
For I know my flesh also
Shall rest easy in Thy hope.