1 God of grace, whose Word is sure,
Thou who keenest truth forever,
That my trust may rest secure
On this ground that wavers never,
Let Thy truth be dear to me,
That my soul may faithful be.

2 Ever true this word remains:
He who Christ to own refuses,
While he earthly comfort gains,
Everlasting comfort loses;
For the Savior will not own
Him before the Father's throne.

3 To the banner of the cross
I fidelity have plighted,
It would be my endless loss
If this solemn vow were slighted;
Therefore Jesus, none but He,
Shall my constant watchword be.

4 Let me, till my latest breath,
Christ confess with constant meekness;
Let me faithful be till death,
Strong in Him 'mid all my weakness;
Let me live in Him, and die
Heir of mansions in the sky.