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.

In Thee I ev'ry glory view,
Of safety, strength, and beauty, too;
Beloved Savior, ever be
A sanctuary unto me.

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.

Thru life and all its changing scenes,
And all the grief that intervenes;
'Tis this supports my fainting heart,
That Thou my sanctuary art.