1 

O Lamb of God, still keep me

   Close to Thy wounded side;

'Tis only there in safety

   And peace I can abide.

 2 

What foes and snares surround me,

   What lusts and fears within;

The grace that sought and found me

   Alone can keep me clean.

 3 

'Tis only in Thee hiding

   I feel myself secure;

Only in Thee abiding,

   The conflict can endure;

 4 

Thine arm the victory gaineth

   O'er every hateful foe;

Thy love my heart sustaineth

   In all its care and woe.

 5 

Soon shall my eyes behold Thee,

   With rapture face to face;

One half hath not been told me

   Of all Thy power and grace;

 6 

The beauty, Lord, and glory,

   The wonders of Thy love,

Shall be the endless story

   Of all Thy saints above.