1 In sweet communion, Lord, with Thee
I constantly abide;
My hand Thou holdest in Thy own
To keep me near Thy side.

2 Thy counsel through my earthly way
Shall guide me and control,
And then to glory afterward
Thou wilt receive my soul.

3 Whom have I, Lord, in heav'n but Thee,
To Whom my tho'ts aspire?
And, having Thee, on earth is nought
That I can yet desire?

4 Tho' flesh and heart should faint and fail,
The Lord will ever be
The strength and portion of my heart,
My God eternally.

5 To live apart from God is death,
'Tis good His face to seek;
My refuge is the living God,
His praise I long to speak.