I WILL not let thee go, thou help in time of need!
Heap ill on ill,
I trust thee still;
E'en when it seems as thou would'st slay indeed!
Do as thou wilt with me,
I yet will cling to thee:
Hide thou thy face, yet help in time of need,
I will not let thee go!
I will not let thee go; should I forsake my bliss?
Lo, Lord, thou'rt mine,
And I am thine,
Thee will I hold when all things else I miss.
Though dark and sad the night,
Joy cometh with thy light,
O thou my Sun! should I forsake my bliss?
I will not let thee go.
I will not let thee go, my God, my Life, my Lord!
Not death can tear
Me from his care,
Who for my sake his soul in death outpoured.
Thou diedst for love to me,
I say in love to thee,
E'en when my heart shall break, my God, my Life,
my Lord,
I will not let thee go.