1 O my gentle, loving Saviour,
Who so freely died for me,
In these hours of sin and peril,
Give me grace to die for Thee.
See the hosts of hell are raging!
Fain would they force me to flee!
But I want to be a soldier;
Give me grace to die for Thee.
But I want to be a soldier;
Give me grace to die for Thee.

2 Oh, my holy, holy Saviour,
Let me fill my ministry,
Spite of hell's intimidation,
Give me grace to die for Thee.
On the land or on the ocean,
Let my heart from fear be free;
Yea, when dangers thick beset me,
Give me grace to die for Thee.
Yea, when dangers thick beset me,
Give me grace to die for Thee.

3 When allured by strong temptations,
Still, my Saviour, 'tis my plea,
To all selfishness and evil,
Give me grace to die for Thee.
Morn and ev'ning watch my footsteps,
Let me ne'er from danger flee,
When my standing will exalt Thee–
Give me grace to die for Thee.
When my standing will exalt Thee–
Give me grace to die for Thee.