In sweet com­mun­ion, Lord, with Thee
I con­stant­ly abide;
My hand Thou hold­est in Thy own
To keep me near Thy side.

Thy coun­sel through my earth­ly way
Shall guide me and con­trol,
And then to glo­ry af­ter­ward
Thou wilt re­ceive my soul.

Whom have I, Lord, in Hea­ven but Thee,
To whom my thoughts as­pire?
And, hav­ing Thee, on earth is naught
That I can yet de­sire.

Though flesh and heart should faint and fail,
The Lord will ev­er be
The strength and por­tion of my heart,
My God eter­nal­ly.

To live apart from God is death,
’Tis good His face to seek;
My re­fuge is the liv­ing God,
His praise I long to speak.