1 Jesus, before Thy face we fall—
Our Lord, our life, our hope, our all!
For we have nowhere else to flee—
No sanctuary, Lord, but Thee!

2 In Thee we ev’ry glory view,
Of safety, strength, and beauty too:
‘Tis all our rest and peace to see
Our sanctuary, Lord, in Thee!

3 Whatever foes or fears betide,
In Thy blest presence we may hide;
And while we rest our souls on Thee,
Thou wilt our Sanctuary be!

4 Thor’ time, with all its changing scenes,
Thro’ all the grief that intervenes,
This shall support each fainting heart—
That Thou our Sanctuary art!