O Lamb of God, still keep me
Near 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 my life 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:
Thy beauty, Lord, and glory,
The wonders of Thy love,
Shall be the endless story
Of all Thy saints above.