[ Featuring
Jessa ]
Since I have known my Savior's name
And what for me he bore
I have no taste for empty fame
I thirst for gold no more
Placed by his hand in this retreat
I make his love my theme
And see that all the world calls great
Is but a waking dream
All my hope is Jesus Christ
You bore my sin to be my prize
I boast in Your cross where my death was defeated
All my hope is Jesus
All my hope is Jesus Christ
And You whose voice the dead can raise
Will soften hearts of stone
And move the sinner's soul to praise
This work is all Thine own
All my hope is Jesus Christ
You bore my sin to be my prize
I boast in Your cross where my death was defeated
All my hope is Jesus
All my hope is Jesus Christ
Grace bid me live, and taught my voice
To aim at notes divine
And grace accepts my feeble song
The glory, Lord, be thine
The glory, Lord, be thine
All my hope is Jesus Christ
You bore my sin to be my prize
I boast in Your cross where my death was defeated
All my hope is Jesus
All my hope is Jesus
All my hope is Jesus Christ
