Salvation from my Jesus flows;
His covenant must forever stand.
Nor can the fiercest of my foes
Force me from His Almighty hand.
Surely any soul, by such a Savior blest,
Cannot despair of Everlasting Rest.
If asked what of Jesus I think,
Though still my best might are but poor, I say,
He’s my meat and my drink, my life, my strength and my flow,
My Shepherd, My Guardian, My friend,
My Savior from sin and from thrall,
My hope from beginning to end,
My portion, My Lord, and my all.