In the book which Thou art keep­ing,
In Thy Book of Life so fair,
Tell me, O my Sav­ior, tell me,
Is my name re­cord­ed there?
Is it there? Is it there?
In Thy Book of Life so fair?
Tell me, O my Sav­ior, tell me
Is my name re­cord­ed there?

Lighter far the dai­ly tri­als
That my wea­ry heart must bear,
Lighter far my toil and la­bor,
If I knew my name was there.
Is it there? Is it there?
In Thy Book of Life so fair?
Tell me, O my Sav­ior, tell me
Is my name re­cord­ed there?

Tho’ I oft have failed in du­ty,
Yet my faith still clings to Thee;
When Thou mak­est up Thy jew­els,
Will my name re­mem­bered be?
Is it there? Is it there?
In Thy Book of Life so fair?
Tell me, O my Sav­ior, tell me
Is my name re­cord­ed there?

Let me hear Thy lov­ing Spir­it
Softly whis­per, All is well,
That my name in light is shin­ing,
Where I soon with Thee shall dwell.
Yes, ’tis there, yes, ’tis there,
In Thy Book of Life so fair;
I be­lieve, O bless­èd Sav­ior,
That my name is writ­ten there.

When from earth my thoughts are wing­ing
To the heav’nly man­sions fair,
Let me feel the sweet as­sur­ance
That my hum­ble name is there.
Yes, ’tis there, yes, ’tis there,
In Thy Book of Life so fair;
I be­lieve, O bless­èd Sav­ior,
That my name is writ­ten there.