O Christ of God who lived for me,
With joy I lift my voice to Thee,
And pray that Thou wouldst hear;
As Thou didst die up­on the tree
To save my soul and make it free,
Be Thou my help­er near.

And should I wan­der far from Thee
O’er de­sert wastes of land and sea?
Still be Thou at my side,
For kept by Thee I can­not stray,
Except to find a bet­ter way,
My Sav­ior, and my guide.

And when my work on earth is o’er,
The sun has set to rise no more,
And night is sweep­ing by;
Then through the dark­ness I would see
Thy ra­di­ant face look down on me,
A bea­con in the sky.