Christ a Sanctuary. Ps. 63. 2; 96. 6; Isa. 8. 14
S. Medley L.M.
1
Jesus, before thy face I fall,
My Lord, my Life, my Hope, my All;
For I have nowhere else to flee,
No sanctuary, Lord, but thee.
2
[In thee I every glory view,
Of safety, strength, and beauty too;
Beloved Saviour, ever be
A Sanctuary unto me.]
3
[Whatever woes and fears betide,
In thy dear bosom let me hide;
And, while I pour my soul to thee,
Do thou my Sanctuary be.]
4
Through life and all its changing scenes,
And all the grief that intervenes,
’Tis this supports my fainting heart,
That thou my Sanctuary art.
5
Apace the solemn hour draws nigh,
When I must bow my head and die;
But O what joy this witness gives,
Jesus, my Sanctuary, lives!
6
He from the grave my dust will raise;
I in the heavens will sing his praise;
And when in glory I appear,
He’ll be my Sanctuary there.
