I Greet Thee, Who My Sure Redeemer Art

I greet Thee, who my sure Re-deem-er art, My on-ly trust and Sav-ior of my heart, Who pain didst un-der-go for my poor sake; I pray Thee from our hearts all cares to take. Thou art the King of mer-cy and of grace, Reign-ing om-nip-o-tent in ev-ery place: So come, O King, and our whole be-ing sway; Shine on us with the light of Thy pure day. Thou art the Life, by which a-lone we live, And all our sub-stance and our strength re-ceive; O com-fort us in death's ap-proach-ing hour, Strong-heart-ed then to face it by Thy power. Thou hast the true and per-fect gen-tle-ness, No harsh-ness hast Thou and no bit-ter-ness: Make us to taste the sweet grace found in Thee And ev-er stay in Thy sweet u-ni-ty. Our hope is in no oth-er save in Thee; Our faith is built up-on Thy prom-ise free; O grant to us such strong-er hope and sure That we can bold-ly con-quer and en-dure.