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.