Come near me, O my Sav­ior;
Thy ten­der­ness re­veal;
O, let me know the sym­pa­thy
Which Thou for me dost feel;
I need Thee ev­ery mo­ment;
Thine ab­sence brings dis­may;
But when the tempt­er hurls his darts,
’Twere death with Thee away.

Come near me, my Re­deem­er,
And ne­ver leave my side;
My bark, when tossed on trou­ble’s sea,
The storm can­not out­ride
Unless the word of pow­er
Arrest the surg­ing wave;
No voice but Thine its rage can quell,
No arm but Thine can save.

Come near me, bless­èd Je­sus,
I need Thee in my joy;
No less than when the dir­est ills
My hap­pi­ness de­stroy;
For when the sun shines o’er me
And flow­ers strew the way,
Without Thy wise and guid­ing hand
More ea­si­ly I stray.

Be near me, migh­ty Sav­ior,
When comes the lat­est strife;
For Thou hast thro’ death’s sha­dows passed,
And oped the gates of life;
And when among the ran­somed
I stand with crown and palm,
To Thee, di­vine, un­fail­ing Friend,
I’ll raise eter­nal psalm.