All my trust on Thee is stay'd,
All my help from Thee I bring;
Cover my defenceless head
With the shadow of Thy wing.
Plenteous grace with Thee is found,
Grace to pardon all my sin;
Let the healing streams abound,
Make and keep me pure within:
Thou of life the fountain art,
Freely let me take of Thee;
Spring Thou up within my heart,
Rise to all eternity.
HYMN 59.
Jesus, I love Thy sacred Name,
'Tis music to mine ear!
Fain would I sound it out so loud,
That earth and Heav'n might hear.
All that my greatest thoughts can wish,
In Thee doth richly meet;
Not to mine eyes is light so dear,
Nor friendship half so sweet.
Thy grace still dwells within my heart,
And sheds its fragrance there;
The noblest balm of all its wounds,
The cordial of its care.
I'll speak the glories of Thy Name,
With my last lab'ring breath!
And, dying, glory in Thy love,
The antidote of death.
