Thou art, O Christ, the light and life
Of all my soul's aspiring hope;
Without that life in daily strife
I could not dare with sin to cope.

I have not strength to stand alone,
When storms of doubt and fears assail;
But Thou, yea, Thou, and Thou alone,
Must o'er my doubts and fears prevail.

I have not courage to resist,
When Satan's hosts attack me sore;
I must on Thee alone subsist,
Till sin and sorrow reign no more.

And when, in that bright realm above,
I see Thee ever face to face,
I'll breathe the fragrance of Thy love.
I'll sing the wonder of Thy grace.