1 Come, faithful Shepherd, bind me
With cords of love to Thee,
And evermore remind me
That Thou hast died for me;
O may the Holy spirit
Set this before mine eyes,
That I Thy death and merit
Above all else may prize.

2 Thou, Lord, wilt not forsake me,
Though I am oft to blame;
As Thy reward, O take me
Anew, just as I am;
Grant me henceforth, dear Savior,
Through all my pilgrim years
To look to Thee and never
Give way to anxious fears.

3 Am I of my salvation
Assured through Thy love?
May I on each occasion
To Thee more faithful prove.
Hast Thou my sins forgiven?
Then, leaving things behind,
May I press on to heaven
And bear the prize in mind.