1 Jesus, I would abide
In Thy sure word,
Close clinging to Thy side,
Thou my dear Lord;
This is my earnest plea,
Always Thine own to be,
My heart and life with Thee
In full accord.

2 So shall I keep the way
Thou dost approve;
Thy smile cheer every day,
Bright with Thy love;
Thy truth my nature woke,
My fear and thralldom broke,
Bro’t me, beneath Thy yoke,
Rest from above.

3 O, glorious Son of God—
The worlds’ one need—
‘Tis Thy redeeming blood
Makes free indeed!
Sin’s servant wears its chain,
In bondage must remain,
And every hope be vain
Till he is freed.

4 Made by the Saviour free—
Oh, blessed state!—
Then death we never see,
Nor feel its weight;
‘Tis vict’ry over sin,
‘Tis God’s won peace within,
‘Tis Christ Himself to win,
And Heaven’s estate!