JESUS, THOU WHO FOR ME DIED.
By William G. Haeselbart
JESUS, Thou who for me died,
All my soul goes out to Thee;
Keep me closely by Thy side,
In my weakness care for me.
When the storm and tempest break,
Fierce with wrath, upon my head,
Shelter me between Thy feet,
Thy protection o'er me spread. In the darkness and the storm,
In the tempest's wild increase,
Let me see outlined Thy form,
Hear Thy voice commanding peace.
In my weakness make me strong
Through the grace Thou dost impart;
Turn my plaint into a song;
With Thyself fill all my heart. Storm and trial may beset,
Foes encompass me about,
I will neither shrink nor fret,
Thou wilt bring me safely out.
Why should aught my heart appal,
Or my soul with terror fill?
Thou, O Christ, doth rule o'er all,
Working out Thy gracious will! He whose trust is in the Lord
Never shall confounded be;
Needed help is in Him stored,
That from fear we might be free.
None who unto Christ belong
E'er shall come to any harm.
Devils thick their way may throng,
None shall pluck them from His arm.
—William G. Haeselbart