O My Savior, Thou Art Precious

O my Sav­ior

Thou art pre­cious!

Precious in life’s dark­est hour;

Tho’ mine eyes have nev­er be­held Thee

Yet my life has felt Thy pow­er.

In the deep­est

dark­est mid­night

Bound by chains of death and sin

Thou

the great and strong De­liv­er­er

Liberty and life didst win.

O my Sav­ior

Thou art pre­cious!

When the storms of sor­row break

When the heart with ang­uish qui­vers

And our faith no song can wake.

Then how sweet­ly comes the mes­sage—

Cast thy ev­ery care on Me!

I have car­ried all thy sor­rows

All thy griefs have borne for thee.

O my Sav­ior

Thou art pre­cious!

When the tempt­er would en­snare

And my flesh

so weak and sin­ful

Fain would lend a list­en­ing ear;

Then Thy Spir­it’s gen­tle plead­ing

Falls upon my wa­ver­ing heart

Bringing faith’s shield to re­mem­brance

Which can quench each fie­ry dart.

Precious Sav­ior

ev­er so pre­cious

Dearer far than all to me;

Tho’ mine eyes have nev­er be­held Thee

Yet

some day

Thy face I’ll see.

How my heart with joy shall qui­ver

How my ran­somed tongue will sing

When in all Thy won­drous beau­ty

I be­hold my Sav­ior King!