My Savior (Wharton)

Jesus

Thou art ev­er near me

Blessèd Sav­ior of my soul

And I hope to lin­ger near Thee

While the end­less ages roll;

Plunged in dark des­pair and sad­ness

Paths of sin and death I trod;

Thou didst turn my grief to glad­ness

Taught me how to walk with God.

I have oft­en grieved Thy Spir­it

Put Thee to an op­en shame

Naught but wrath could hope to mer­it

Cast re­proach up­on Thy name;

Down the lone­ly road I wan­dered

Of my doom was well aware;

Every hope and pro­ject squan­dered

Hastening mad­ly to des­pair.

Oh

how pre­cious was the hour

When Thy hand was laid on me

And by Thine al­migh­ty pow­er

Broke my chains and set me free;

Then my life was filled with glo­ry

And my heart re­joiced in Thee;

Now I love to tell the sto­ry

How my bless­èd Lord saved me.

Now no lon­ger I am roam­ing

In the wil­der­ness of sin;

As the days are go­ing

com­ing

All is joy and peace with­in;

Thou to me my strength hast giv­en

And Thy grace so full and free

I am on my way to Heav­en

Walking day by day with Thee.