Jesus, before Thy face I fall,My Lord, my life, my hope, my all;For I have no where else to flee;No sancturary Lord, but Thee.In Thee I every glory view,Of safety, strength, and beauty, too;Beloved Savior, ever beA sanctuary, unto me.Whatever woes and fears betide,In Thy dear bosom let me hide;Tis this supports my fainting heart,That Thou my sancturary art.
