Jesus, Thou art mine for­ev­er,
Dearer far than earth to me;
Neither life nor death shall se­ver
Those sweet ties which bind to Thee.

All were drear to me and lonely
If Thy pre­sence glad­dened not;
While I sing to Thee, Thee only,
Mine’s an ev­er bliss­ful lot.

Thou alone art all my trea­sure,
Who hast died that I may live;
Thou con­fer­est nob­lest plea­sure,
Who dost all my sins for­give.

Brightest gems and fair­est flow­ers
Lose their beau­ty in Thy frown;
Joy and peace, like bal­my show­ers,
In Thy smile come gently down.

Jesus, Thou art mine for­ev­er;
Never suf­fer me to stray.
Let me in my weak­ness ne­ver
Cast my price­less pearl away.

Lamb of God, I do im­plore Thee,
Guard, sup­port me, lest I fall.
Let me ev­er­more adore Thee;
Be my ev­er­last­ing All.