I bless the Christ of God, I rest on love divine,
And with un­fal­ter­ing lip and heart, I call the Sav­ior mine.
His cross dis­pels each doubt; I bu­ry in His tomb
Each thought of un­be­lief and fear,
Each lin­ger­ing shade of gloom.

I praise the God of peace, I trust His truth and might;
He calls me His, I call Him mine, My God, my joy, my light.
In Him is on­ly good, in me is on­ly ill;
My ill but draws His good­ness forth,
And me He lov­eth still.

’Tis He who sav­eth me, and free­ly par­don gives;
I love because He lov­eth me; I live be­cause He lives;
My life with Him is hid, my death has passed away,
My clouds have melt­ed in­to light,
My mid­night in­to day.