I Ask My Dying Savior Dear

I ask my dy­ing Sav­ior dear

To set me on His heart;

And if my Je­sus fix me there

Nor life

nor death shall part.

As Aar­on bore up­on his breast

The names of Ja­cob’s sons

So bear my name among the rest

Of Thy dear chos­en ones.

Yea

set me as a pre­cious seal

Of co­ve­nant grace di­vine

Which may the co­ve­nant love re­veal

And mark me tru­ly Thine.

And let the seal be stamp­èd clear

With ho­li­ness in view

That I may bear Thine im­age fair

And oth­ers read it

too.

But seal me al­so on Thine arm

Or yet I am not right;

I need Thy love to ward off harm

And need Thy shoul­der’s might.

This dou­ble seal makes all things sure

And keeps me safe and well;

Thy heart and shoul­der will se­cure

From all the host of hell.