When I fear my faith will fail, Christ will hold me fast. When the tempter would prevail, He can hold me fast. I could never keep my hold. He must hold me fast, for my love is often cold. He must hold me fast. I am precious in His sight. He will hold me fast. Those He saves are His delight. He will hold me fast. He'll not let my soul be lost. Christ will hold me fast. Bought by Him at such a cost, He will hold me fast.

Lord, I would stand with thoughtful eye, beneath thy fatal tree, and see thee bleed, and see thee die, and think what love to me. Dwell on the sight my stony heart till every pulse within shall into contrite sorrows start and hate the thought of sin. Didst thou from me, my Savior brave, the scoff, the scourge, the gall, the nails, the thorns, the spear, the grave while I deserved them all? Oh, help me some return to make to yield my heart to Thee and do and suffer for Thy sake as Thou didst then for me. Henry Francis Light.