O Lamb of God, still keep me
Close to Thy pierc­èd side;
’Tis only there in safe­ty
And peace I can abide.
What foes and snares sur­round me,
What lusts and fears with­in!
The grace that sought and found me
Alone can keep me clean.

’Tis on­ly in Thee hiding
I feel my­self se­cure;
Only in Thee abid­ing,
The con­flict can en­dure.
Thine arm the vic­to­ry gain­eth
O’er ev­ery hate­ful foe;
Thy love my heart sus­tain­eth
In all its cares and woe.

Soon shall my eyes be­hold Thee
With rap­ture face to face;
One half hath not been told me
Of all Thy pow­er and grace.
Thy beau­ty, Lord, and glo­ry,
The won­ders of Thy love,
Shall be the end­less sto­ry
Of all Thy saints above.