I claim for my own a King on a throne,
The Maker of land and of sea;
Whose throne is on high, who ever is nigh,
To love and care for me.
Wide, wide as the ocean,
High as the heavens above,
Deep, deep as the deepest sea,
Is my Saviour's love.
I, though so unworthy,
Still am a child of His care,
For His Word teaches me
That His love reaches me
Everywhere.
I wander away, from Him I might stray,
But ever the sound of His voice
Is calling to me, where'er I may be,
To make my heart rejoice.
The byways are fair, but often a snare
Is hidden where pleasures abound;
So close to His side I'll ever abide,
For safety there is found.
He left His bright home, His glorious throne,
To die upon Calvary's tree;
His blood there was spilt, to cleanse me from guilt,
He died—He lives for me.
The path is marked out, till called by the shout,
To meet with my Lord in the air.
The Spirit's the power, to walk till that hour,
The object of God's care.