To Thee, O gracious Saviour!

To Thee, O gracious Saviour! My spirit turns for rest, My peace is in Thy favour, My pillow on Thy breast: Though all the world deceive me I know that I am Thine, And Thou wilt never leave me, O blessed Saviour mine.

In Thee my trust abideth, On Thee my hope relies, O Thou whose love provideth For all beneath the skies: O Thou whose mercy found me, From bondage set me free, And then for ever bound me With threefold cords to Thee.

My grief is in the dullness With which this sluggish heart Doth open to the fullness Of all Thou dost impart: My joy is in Thy merit, And holiness divine, My comfort in Thy Spirit That binds my life to Thine.

Alas, that I should ever Have failed in love to Thee, The only One who never Forgot or slighted me! O for a heart to love Thee More truly as I ought, And nothing place above Thee In deed, or word, or thought.

O for that choicest blessing Of living in Thy love! And thus on earth possessing The peace of heaven above: O for the bliss that by it The soul securely knows, The holy calm and quiet Of faith's serene repose.