When Time Seems Short and Death Is Near

When time seems short

and death is near

And I am pressed by doubt and fear

And sins

an ov­er­flow­ing tide

Assail my peace on ev­ery side

This thought my re­fuge still shall be

I know my Sav­ior died for me.

His name is Je­sus

and He died—

For guil­ty sin­ners cru­ci­fied;

Content to die

that He might win

Their ran­som from the death of sin.

No sin­ner worse than I can be

Therefore I know He died for me.

If grace were bought

I could not buy;

If grace were coined

no wealth have I;

By grace alone I draw my breath

Held up from ev­er­last­ing death.

Yet since I know His grace is free

I know the Sav­ior died for me.

I read God’s ho­ly Word

and find

Great truths which far trans­cend my mind

And lit­tle do I know be­side

Of thought so high and deep and wide.

This is my best theo­lo­gy—

I know the Sav­ior died for me.

My faith is weak

but ’tis Thy gift;

Thou canst my help­less soul up­lift

And say

Thy bonds of death are riv’n

Thy sins by Me are all for­giv’n

And thou shalt live

from guilt set free;

For I

thy Sav­ior

died for thee.