Redeemer! Wither should I flee,
Or how escape the wrath to come?
The weary sinner flies to Thee
For shelter from impending doom;
Smile on me, Gracious Lord,
And show Thyself a Friend of sinners now,
Smile on me, Gracious Lord,
And show Thyself a Friend of sinners now.
Beneath the shadow of Thy cross
The heavy laden soul finds rest;
I would esteem the world but dross
So I might be of Christ possessed.
I'd seek my ev'ry joy in Thee;
Be Thou both life and light to me.
I'd seek my ev'ry joy in Thee;
Be Thou both life and light to me.
Close to the highly shameful tree,
Jesus, my humble soul would cleave;
Despised and crucified with Thee,
With Thee resolved to die and live;
This pray'r and this ambition mine,
Living and dying to be Thine.
This pray'r and this ambition mine,
Living and dying to be Thine.
There fastened to the rugged wood,
By holy love's resistless claim
And life deriving from Thy blood,
Never to wander wide again;
There may I bow my suppliant knee
And own no other, Lord, but Thee.
There may I bow my suppliant knee,
And own no other Lord but Thee.
