1  O Lamb of God, still keep me

       Close to Thy wounded side;

    'Tis only there in safety

       And peace I can abide.

 2  What foes and snares surround me,

       What lusts and fears within;

    The grace that sought and found me

       Alone can keep me clean.

 3  'Tis only in Thee hiding

       I feel myself secure;

    Only in Thee abiding,

       The conflict can endure;

 4  Thine arm the victory gaineth

       O'er every hateful foe;

    Thy love my heart sustaineth

       In all its care and woe.

 5  Soon shall my eyes behold Thee,

       With rapture face to face;

    One half hath not been told me

       Of all Thy power and grace;

 6  The beauty, Lord, and glory,

       The wonders of Thy love,

    Shall be the endless story

       Of all Thy saints above.