Christ My Helper

O Christ of God who lived for me

With joy I lift my voice to Thee

And pray that Thou wouldst hear;

As Thou didst die up­on the tree

To save my soul and make it free

Be Thou my help­er near.

And should I wan­der far from Thee

O’er de­sert wastes of land and sea?

Still be Thou at my side

For kept by Thee I can­not stray

Except to find a bet­ter way

My Sav­ior

and my guide.

And when my work on earth is o’er

The sun has set to rise no more

And night is sweep­ing by;

Then through the dark­ness I would see

Thy ra­di­ant face look down on me

A bea­con in the sky.