O LAMB of God, still keep me Close to Thy piercèd side: ’Tis only there in safety And peace I can abide.
What foes and snares surround me, What lusts and fears within! The grace that sought and found me Alone can keep me clean.
’Tis only in Thee hiding I feel myself secure; Only in Thee abiding, The conflict can endure.
Soon shall my eyes behold Thee With rapture face to face; The half hath not been told me Of all Thy power and grace.
Thy beauty, Lord, and glory, The wonders of Thy love, Shall be the endless story Of all Thy saints above.
James George Deck, 1802-84