Changing not like earthly fashions,
Which so quickly pass away,
Jesus Saviour, Thy compassions
Fail us not by night or day.
Though the world may see no beauty,
Yet to those who know Thee well,
Thou art “altogether lovely”!
Fairer far than words can tell!
What are this world’s finest pleasures,
Charms which once we pondered o’er,
When compared to those vast treasures
Thou for us hast laid in store?
Ah! the best this world can offer,
Though it seem to please the eye,
Is not lasting, soon is over,
Only Thou canst satisfy.
We are Thine; not bought with money,
But redeemed by Thine own blood;
Sweeter far art Thou than honey,
Jesus Saviour, Son of God.
Keep us then, dear Saviour, keep us,
Till Thou callest us away.
Till we see Thy face, O! help us,
That from Thee we ne’er may stray.