Text Based On Romans Chapter 8
For we are saved by hope: but hope that is seen is not hope:
for what a man seeth, why doth he yet hope for? But if we hope
for that we see not, then do we with patience wait for it.

O Thou God of My Salvation

O Thou God of my salvation, my Redeemer from all sin;
Moved by Thy divine compassion, Who hast died my heart to win;
I will praise Thee, I will praise Thee, where shall I Thy praise begin?
I will praise Thee, I will praise Thee, where shall I Thy praise begin?

Though unseen, I love the Savior, He hath brought salvation near;
Manifests His pardoning favour, and when Jesus doth appear,
Soul and body, soul and body, shall His glorious image bear;
Soul and body, soul and body, shall His glorious image bear.

While the angel choirs are singing, "Glory to the great I Am,"
I with them will still be vying — glory, glory, to the Lamb!
Oh, how precious, oh, how precious is the sound of Jesus' Name!
Oh, how precious, oh, how precious is the sound of Jesus' Name!

Angels now are hovering round us, unperceived among the throng;
Wondering at the love that crowned us, glad to sing the holy song;
Hallelujah, hallelujah, love and praise to Christ belong!
Hallelujah, hallelujah, love and praise to Christ belong!