"UNTO YOU THEREFORE WHICH BE-</br>LIEVE, HE IS PRECIOUS."
Precious Saviour, draw me nearer,
Press me closer to thy breast:
Every day and hour thou'rt dearer;
In thy love alone I rest. While I linger in the desert,
Keep, Oh, keep me by thy side;
Let me find in thee a covert
And defense when ills betide. When with sorrow I am stricken,
To thy guardian arm I'll flee;
When affliction's clouds shall thicken,
Sunbeams will be shed by thee. If my dearest friends are taken,
And disease my frame invade;
If by fortune I'm forsaken,
And the hopes of earth all fade; Still, my courage shall not falter,
On thy arm I'll fondly lean;
Confident thou canst not alter,
Thou wilt cheer the darkest scene. If the shades of death should lower,
And the waves of Jordan roll,
Saviour, whisper in that hour,
"I have saved thy precious soul." In thine arms thou'lt bear me over
That deep, dark, and swelling flood,
Washed and justified for ever,
Evermore to dwell with God.