S.M.
1
Jesus, the Truth, the Way,
The sure, unerring Light,
On Thee my feeble soul I’d stay,
Which Thou canst lead aright.
2
O may Thy Spirit, Lord,
Soon as the foe comes in,
His mighty needful help afford,
And stem the tide of sin.
3
May I from every sin,
As from a serpent, fly;
Abhor to touch the thing unclean,
And rather choose to die.
4
Myself I cannot save;
Myself I cannot keep;
But strength in Thee I fain would have,
Whose eyelids never sleep.
5
My soul to Thee alone
I therefore now commend;
Since Jesus, having loved His own,
Will love them to the end.
