by Nicole Moore
Therefore, since we have been justified through faith, we have peace with God through our Lord Jesus Christ, 2 through whom we have gained access by faith into this grace in which we now stand. And we boast in the hope of the glory of God.
I chose hope. Or should I say, I choose hope.
Hope. What a wonderful word. What a wonderful thing to have.
We have lots of passing hopes in our lives. Hope for a new day. Hope for the snow to finally melt away at my house. Hope for spring flowers. Hope for a cure. Hope the washing machine will last just two more loads. Hope you have a good birthday.
Often when I see that word, it poses questions in my mind. It focuses me in on real hope and where it lies. What is my hope? Where is my hope? What am I hoping for?
Every time the same Edward Mote hymn lyrics pop into my head, “My hope is built on nothing less than Jesus’ blood and righteousness.” Then of course the tune and words are stuck in my head all day, and there’s nothing wrong with that. I enjoy having those words float through my head. I’m so thankful there are verses and hymns that answer these random questions and point me to Christ. I need the constant reminder. I “wholly lean on Jesus’ name.” “I rest on his unchanging grace.” “He then is all my hope and stay.” He is there for us in darkness and floods and gales. He is always there. He is unchanging. I can depend on Him. I can rest in Him.
Romans 5 reminds us to boast in the hope of the glory of God, and that when our hope is properly placed there, we are not disappointed.
Even the end of the hymn reads “When he shall come with trumpet sound.” He’s coming back for us! That is the ultimate hope. I rest all of my hope in Him, the solid rock on which I stand.
My Hope Is Built
Text: Edward Mote, 1797-1874
My hope is built on nothing less
than Jesus’ blood and righteousness.
I dare not trust the sweetest frame,
but wholly lean on Jesus’ name.
On Christ the solid rock I stand,
all other ground is sinking sand;
all other ground is sinking sand.
When Darkness veils his lovely face,
I rest on his unchanging grace.
In every high and stormy gale,
my anchor holds within the veil.
His oath, his covenant, his blood
supports me in the whelming flood.
When all around my soul gives way,
he then is all my hope and stay.
When he shall come with trumpet sound,
O may I then in him be found!
Dressed in his righteousness alone,
faultless to stand before the throne!