In Sweet Communion

In sweet com­mun­ion

Lord

with Thee

I con­stant­ly abide;

My hand Thou hold­est in Thy own

To keep me near Thy side.

Thy coun­sel through my earth­ly way

Shall guide me and con­trol

And then to glo­ry af­ter­ward

Thou wilt re­ceive my soul.

Whom have I

Lord

in Heav­en but Thee

To whom my thoughts as­pire?

And

hav­ing Thee

on earth is naught

That I can yet de­sire.

Though flesh and heart should faint and fail

The Lord will ev­er be

The strength and por­tion of my heart

My God eter­nal­ly.

To live apart from God is death

’Tis good His face to seek;

My re­fuge is the liv­ing God

His praise I long to speak.