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.