O Lamb of God, still keep us Close to Thy piercèd side; 'Tis only there in safety And peace we can abide; With foes and snares around us, And lusts and fears within, The grace that sought and found us Alone can keep us clean. 'Tis only in Thee hiding We feel ourselves secure; Only in Thee abiding The conflict can endure: Thine arm the victory gaineth O'er every hateful foe; Thy love our hearts sustaineth, In all their cares and woe. Soon shall our eyes behold Thee With rapture, face to face; And resting there in glory, We'll sing Thy power and grace: Thy beauty, Lord, and glory, The wonders of Thy love, Shall be the endless story Of all Thy saints above.