O Lamb of God, still keep me

Close to Thy wounded 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 care 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;

The beauty, Lord, and glory,

The wonders of Thy love,

Shall be the endless story

Of all Thy saints above.