Author: J. G. Deck ~ Meter: L. M.
Jesus, my Saviour! Thou art mine, The Father's gift of love divine; All Thou hast done, and all Thou art, Are now the portion of my heart. Poor, feeble, wretched as I am, I now can glory in Thy name; Now cleansed in Thy most precious blood And made the righteousness of God. All that Thou hast Thou hast for me, All my fresh springs are hid in Thee; In Thee I live while I confess I nothing am, yet all possess. O Saviour, teach me to abide Close sheltered at Thy wounded side, Each hour receiving "grace on grace," Until I see Thee face to face.