1 My faith securely buildeth
On Christ who shed His blood;
This, and this only, yieldeth
The true eternal good.
The life that my soul liveth,
Finds nothing on the earth;
What Christ, the Savior, giveth
Of all our love is worth.

2 No angel, nought that gladdens,
No throne nor majesty,
No love, nor aught that saddens,
No grief nor misery,
Nor aught that man discovers,
Now be it small or great,
From Thee, my heavenly Lover's
Embrace can separate.

3 My heart with joy is springing,
And sad I cannot be;
'Tis full of joy and singing,
The sunshine doth it see.
The Sun that looks with pleasure
On me is Christ my King;
The glory beyond measure
That waits me, makes me sing.