Jesus, My Lord, My Life, My All,
In Thee I Trust, In Thee I Hide;
I Know Thou Wilt Not Let Me Fall
If I Stay By Thy Side.

In Thy Dear Hands Of Love I Lay,
Fulfill Thy Purposes In Me;
Teach Me To Say From Day To Day,
Thy Will Be Done In Me.

The Storms Of Life Are Fierce And Dark,
And Hosts Of Satan Press Me Hard;
But Still Thy Strength Can Keep My Bark,
Though Broken And Sin-Marred.

Though Hard The Cross, The Burden Great,
And I So Weak, So Poor, Undone;
Yet On Thy Side I’ll Stand And Wait,
Till Victory Is Won.

The Battle, Lord, Is Thine, And We,
Though Foe May Kill Us; Yet I See
Thy Blood Sets Poor Dead Captives Free,
Though Fierce The War May Be.