My Savior, ’Mid Life’s Varied Scene

My Sav­ior

’mid life’s var­ied scene

Be Thou my stay;

Guide me through each per­plex­ing path

To per­fect day.

In weak­ness and in sin I stand;

Still faith can clasp Thy migh­ty hand

And fol­low at Thy dear com­mand.

My Sav­ior

I have naught to bring

Worthy of Thee;

A brok­en heart Thou will not spurn

Accept of me;

I need Thy right­eous­ness di­vine

I plead Thy pro­mis­es as mine

I per­ish if I am not Thine.

My Sav­ior

wilt Thou turn away

From such a cry?

My re­fuge

wilt Thou me for­get

And must I die?

Faith trem­bles; but her glance of light

Has pierced through re­gions dark as night

And en­tered into realms of light.

My Sav­ior

’mid Heav­en’s glo­ri­ous throng

I see Thee there

Pleading with all Thy match­less love

And ten­der care;

Not for the an­gel forms around

But for lost souls in fet­ters bound

That they may hear sal­va­tion’s sound.

My Sav­ior

thus I find my rest

Alone with Thee;

Beneath Thy wing I have no fear

Of what may be.

Strengthened with Thy all-glo­ri­ous might

I shall be con­quer­or in the fight

Then give to Thee my crown of light.