Pure Within

Lord

on Thee my strength re­lies

O

hear me when I call;

Up to Thee I lift mine eyes

My life

my help

my all.

Source of com­fort

spring of grace

Cleanse my heart from ev­ery sin

Now re­veal Thy smil­ing face

And make me pure with­in.

Rock on which my soul would rest

From storm and tem­pest wild

Gently pil­lowed on Thy breast

Protect Thy wea­ry child.

Let Thy Spir­it be my guide

To end­less joys above;

Grant I may nev­er turn aside

Or once for­get Thy love.

Soon my bark will speed its flight

To yon­der por­tals fair

Soon ’twill reach the hav­en bright

And drop its an­chor there.