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.
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 thoughts so high, so 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 riven,
Thy sins by Me are all forgiven;
And thou shalt live from guilt set free,
For I, thy Savior, died for thee.”