When time seems short, and death is near,
And I am pressed by doubt and fear,
And sins, an ov­er­flow­ing tide,
Assail my peace on ev­ery side,
This thought my re­fuge still shall be,
I know my Sav­ior died for me.

His name is Je­sus, and He died—
For guil­ty sin­ners cru­ci­fied;
Content to die, that He might win
Their ran­som from the death of sin.
No sin­ner worse than I can be,
Therefore I know He died for me.

If grace were bought, I could not buy;
If grace were coined, no wealth have I;
By grace alone I draw my breath,
Held up from ev­er­last­ing death.
Yet since I know His grace is free,
I know the Sav­ior died for me.

I read God’s ho­ly Word, and find
Great truths which far trans­cend my mind
And lit­tle do I know be­side
Of thought so high and deep and wide.
This is my best theo­lo­gy—
I know the Sav­ior died for me.

My faith is weak, but ’tis Thy gift;
Thou canst my help­less soul up­lift,
And say, Thy bonds of death are riv’n,
Thy sins by Me are all for­giv’n,
And thou shalt live, from guilt set free;
For I, thy Sav­ior, died for thee.