Come, Je­sus, Re­deem­er, abide Thou with me;
Come, gladden my spirit, that waiteth for Thee;
Thy smile every shadow shall chase from my heart,
And soothe every sorrow though keen be the smart.

Without Thee but weakness, with Thee I am strong;
By day Thou shalt lead me, by night be my song,
Though dangers surround me, I still every fear,
Since Thou, the Most Mighty, my helper, art near.

Thy love, oh, how faithful! so tender, so pure!
Thy promise, faith’s anchor, how steadfast and sure!
That love, like sweet sunshine,
My cold heart can warm,
That promise make steady my soul in the storm.

Breathe, breathe on my spirit,
Oft ruffled, Thy peace:
From restless, vain wishes, bid Thou my heart cease;
In Thee all its longings hence forward shall end,
Till, glad, to Thy presence my soul shall as­cend.

Oh, then, blessèd Je­sus, who once for me died,
Made clean in the fountain
That gushed from Thy side,
I’ll see Thy full glo­ry, Thy face shall behold,
And praise Thee with raptures for ever untold.