Whom Je­sus’ blood doth sanc­ti­fy,
Need nei­ther sin nor fear;
Hid in our Sav­ior’s hand we lie,
And laugh at dan­ger near.
His guard­ian hand doth hold, prot­ect,
And save, by ways un­known,
The lit­tle flock, the saints elect,
Who trust in Him alone.

Our pro­phet, priest, and king, to Thee
We joy­ful­ly sub­mit;
And learn, in meek hu­mi­lity,
Our les­son at Thy feet.
Spirit and life Thy words im­part,
And bless­ings from ab­ove;
And drop, in ev­ery list­en­ing heart
The man­na of Thy love.