To The Cross Of Christ I Cling ;
Though But Faint My Faith May Be,
Yet This Thought Doth Comfort Bring:
Jesus Holdeth Me.

Holdeth Me, He Holdeth Me ;
Though But Faint My Hold May Be,
Yet This Thought Doth Comfort Bring:
Jesus Holdeth Me.

Low At Jesus’ Feet I Plead ;
Broken Though My Prayer May Be,
Precious Is The Thought Indeed !
Jesus Pleads For Me.

Can I Say I Love The Lord ?
Cold At Times My Love May Be,
Yet How Precious Is The Word :
Jesus Loveth Me.