My Savior, on the Word of Truth

My Sav­ior

on the word of truth

In ear­nest hope I live;

I ask for all the pre­cious things

Thy bound­less love can give.

I look for many a less­er light

About my path to shine;

But chief­ly long to walk with Thee

And on­ly trust in Thine.

In ho­ly ex­pec­ta­tion held

Thy strength my heart shall stay

For Thy right hand will nev­er let

My trust be cast away.

Yea

Thou hast kept me near Thy feet

In many a dead­ly strife

By the strong­hold of hope in Thee

The hope of end­less life.

Thou know­est that I am not blest

As Thou wouldst have me be

Till all the peace and joy of faith

Possess my soul in Thee

And still I seek ’mid ma­ny fears

With yearn­ings un­ex­pressed

The com­forts of Thy strength­en­ing love

Thy sooth­ing

set­tling rest.

It is not as Thou wilt with me

Till

hum­bled in the dust;

I know no place in all my heart

Wherein to put my trust.

Until I find

O Lord

in Thee

The Low­ly and the Meek

That full­ness which Thy own re­deemed

Go no­where else to seek.

Then

O my Sav­ior

on my soul

Cast down

but not dis­mayed

Still be Thy chas­ten­ing

heal­ing hand

In ten­der

mer­cy laid.

And while I wait for all Thy joys

My yearn­ing heart to fill

Teach me to walk and work with Thee

And at Thy feet sit still.