1 O the love that fills my soul,
O the floods of joy that roll,
While I lean and sweetly rest
On my dear Redeemer’s breast;
There no bliss of earth can charm,
There no dread of ill can harm,
Faith to me the promise brings,
I am safe beneath his wings.
O the love that fills my soul,
O the floods of joy that roll,
While I lean and sweetly rest
On my dear Redeemer’s breast.

2 Safe from thorns that pierce my feet,
Safe from storms that wildly beat,
Safe from deep and throbbing care,
Safe with him who answers prayer;
There my heart, my thought, my will,
All subdued, are calm and still;
Faith in tones of rapture sings,
I am safe beneath his wings.
Safe from thorns that pierce my feet,
Safe from storms that wildly beat,
Safe from deep and throbbing care,
Safe with him who answers prayer.

3 Sealed with blood, oh, can it be!
Sealed with blood he shed for me;
I am his and he is mine,
I the branch and he the vine,
Thus I lean and sweetly rest
On my Lord and Saviour’s breast,
Till my soul shall glide away
Into realms of endless day.
Sealed with blood, oh, can it be!
Sealed with blood he shed for me;
I am his and he is mine,
I the branch and he the vine.