Only in Thee, O Sav­ior mine,
Dwelleth my soul in peace di­vine,
Peace that the world, though all com­bine,
Never can take from me.
Pleasures of earth, so seem­ing­ly sweet,
Fail at the last my long­ings to meet;
Only in Thee my bliss is com­plete,
Only, dear Lord, in Thee!

Only in Thee a ra­di­ance bright,
Shines like a bea­con in the night,
Guiding my pil­grim bark aright,
Over life’s track­less sea.
Only in Thee, when trou­bles mo­lest,
When with temp­ta­tion I am op­pressed,
There is a sweet pa­vil­ion of rest,
Only, dear Lord, in Thee!

Only in Thee, when days are drear,
When nei­ther sun nor stars ap­pear,
Still I can trust and feel no fear,
Sing when I can­not see.
Only in Thee, what­ev­er be­tide,
All of my need is free­ly sup­plied;
There is no help nor help­er be­side,
Only, dear Lord, in Thee!

Only in Thee, dear Sav­ior, slain,
Losing Thy life my own to gain,
Trusting, I’m cleansed from ev­ery stain;
Thou art my on­ly plea.
Only in Thee my heart will de­light,
Till in that land where com­eth no night
Faith will be lost in heav­en­ly sight,
Only, dear Lord, in Thee!