I Bless the Christ of God

I bless the Christ of God

I rest on love divine

And with un­fal­ter­ing lip and heart

I call the Sav­ior mine.

His cross dis­pels each doubt; I bu­ry in His tomb

Each thought of un­be­lief and fear

Each lin­ger­ing shade of gloom.

I praise the God of peace

I trust His truth and might;

He calls me His

I call Him mine

My God

my joy

my light.

In Him is on­ly good

in me is on­ly ill;

My ill but draws His good­ness forth

And me He lov­eth still.

’Tis He who sav­eth me

and free­ly par­don gives;

I love because He lov­eth me; I live be­cause He lives;

My life with Him is hid

my death has passed away

My clouds have melt­ed in­to light

My mid­night in­to day.