O Savior, Where Shall Guilty Man

O Sav­ior

where shall guil­ty man

Find rest ex­cept in Thee?

Thine was the war­fare with his foe

The cross of pain

the cup of woe

And Thine the vic­to­ry.

How came the ev­er­last­ing Son

The Lord of Life

to die?

Why didst Thou meet the tempt­er’s pow­er

Why

Je­sus

in Thy dy­ing hour

Endure such ago­ny?

To save us by Thy pre­cious blood

To make us one in Thee

That ours might be Thy per­fect life

Thy thor­ny crown

Thy cross

Thy strife

And ours the vic­to­ry.

O make us wor­thy

gra­cious Lord

Of all Thy love to be;

To Thy blest will our wills in­cline

That un­to death we may be Thine

And ev­er live in Thee.