To Thee, O dear, dear Saviour, My spirit turns for rest;
My peace is in Thy favor, 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 forever bound me With threefold cords to Thee.

Alas, that I should ever Have failed in love to Thee,
The only One who never Forgat 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!