Ryan Cornett

1.

My help and my hope, beyond me yet near,

To this bruised reed come incline now Your ear;

How brief are the days You filled up for me,

Poured out like water, a drop in the sea.

Yet my voice You hear, my cry You attend,

Your fresh mercies bloom each morn without end;

What gardens of joy! What fountains of peace!

Your aid shall not fail, Your grace never cease.

(Psalm 103:15-17, Lamentations 3:22-23, Isaiah 58:11)

2.

O Salvation, rise! My Ark on the wave

When floods of sin would sink me to the grave;

The darkness draws near, the clouds hasten night;

Yet I will feast upon Your dawning light.

If not for the Vine, felled that I be whole,

The thorn of the curse would cut through my soul;

What favor abounds! What riches supplied

From storehouses grand, by arms open wide!

(Psalm 32:6-7, 1 Peter 3:20-21, John 15:1-5)

3.

In once barren ground Your Spirit took root;

May this branch bow, heavy laden with fruit;

Now grafted to grow, come prune me to bear,

In Christ abiding, upheld by Your care.

To stranger and kin will I testify

Till unto the fields of Glory I fly,

That You hear and have regarded my plea;

My help and my hope, You ever will be.

(Isaiah 35:1-2, John 15:2-5, Psalm 66:16)