To Thee, O Dear, Dear Savior!

To Thee

O dear

dear Sav­ior!

My spir­it turns for rest

My peace is in Thy fa­vor

My pil­low on Thy breast!

Though all the world de­ceive me

I know that I am Thine

And Thou wilt nev­er leave me

O bless­èd Sav­ior mine.

In Thee my trust abid­eth

On Thee my hope re­lies

O Thou whose love pro­vid­eth

For all be­neath the skies;

O Thou whose mer­cy found me

From bond­age set me free

And then for­ev­er bound me

With three­fold cords to Thee.

My grief is in the dull­ness

With which this slug­gish heart

Doth open to the full­ness

Of all Thou wouldst im­part;

My joy is in Thy beau­ty

Of ho­li­ness divine

My com­fort in the du­ty

That binds my life in Thine.

Alas

that I should ever

Have failed in love to Thee

The on­ly one who nev­er

Forgot or slight­ed me!

O for a heart to love Thee

More truly as I ought

And no­thing place above Thee

In deed

or word

or thought.

O for that choic­est bless­ing

Of liv­ing in Thy love

And thus on earth pos­sess­ing

The peace of Heav’n above;

O for the bliss that by it

The soul se­cure­ly knows

The ho­ly calm and qui­et

Of faith’s se­rene re­pose!