My Sav­ior, ’mid life’s var­ied scene,
Be Thou my stay;
Guide me through each per­plex­ing path,
To per­fect day.
In weak­ness and in sin I stand;
Still faith can clasp Thy migh­ty hand,
And fol­low at Thy dear com­mand.

My Sav­ior, I have naught to bring
Worthy of Thee;
A brok­en heart Thou will not spurn
Accept of me;
I need Thy right­eous­ness di­vine,
I plead Thy pro­mis­es as mine,
I per­ish if I am not Thine.

My Sav­ior, wilt Thou turn away
From such a cry?
My re­fuge, wilt Thou me for­get
And must I die?
Faith trem­bles; but her glance of light
Has pierced through re­gions dark as night
And en­tered into realms of light.

My Sav­ior, ’mid Hea­ven’s glo­ri­ous throng
I see Thee there,
Pleading with all Thy match­less love
And ten­der care;
Not for the an­gel forms around,
But for lost souls in fet­ters bound,
That they may hear sal­va­tion’s sound.

My Sav­ior, thus I find my rest,
Alone with Thee;
Beneath Thy wing I have no fear
Of what may be.
Strengthened with Thy all-glo­ri­ous might,
I shall be con­quer­or in the fight,
Then give to Thee my crown of light.