Jean S. Pigott
Thou Whose name is callèd Jesus,
Risen Lord of life and power,
O! It is is so sweet to trust Thee
Every day and every hour!
Of Thy wondrous grace I sing,
Savior, Counselor, and King.
Thou canst keep my feet from falling,
Even my poor, wayward feet;
Thou Who dost present me faultless
In Thee, Righteousness complete.
Jesus, Lord, in knowing Thee,
O, what strength and victory!
All the sin in me, My Savior,
Thou canst conquer and subdue—
With Thy sanctifying power
Permeate my spirit through!
Let Thy government increase,
Risen, crownèd, Prince of Peace.
Thou canst keep me upward looking,
Ever upward in Thy face;
Thou canst make me stand upholden
By the greatness of Thy grace.
Every promise of Thy word
Now I claim from Thee, dear Lord.
O, what joy to trust Thee, Jesus,
Mighty Victor o’er the grave,
And to learn amid earth’s shadows
Thine increasing power to save!
Only those who prove Thee know
What the grace Thou dost bestow.
Make my life a bright outshining
Of Thy life, that all may see
Thine Own resurrection power
Mightily put forth in me.
Ever let my heart become
Yet more consciously Thy home!1