Thou Mighty To Save by Fanny Crosby

Neither is there salvation in any other: for there is none other name under heaven given among men, whereby we must be saved.  Acts 4:12

For in Him dwelleth all the fulness of the Godhead bodily.  Colossians 2:9

O Jesus, my Lord and Saviour,
Who gavest Thy life for me,
No room in my heart for pleasures
That have not their trust in Thee;
Earth has no abiding city,
Not here is my place of rest,
I seek for a brighter country,
A home with the pure and blest.

The world like a dream will vanish,
The hope like the years decay,
Its beauties like dewy blossoms
Will wither and pass away;
But Thou wilt abide unchanging,
My sure defense wilt be;
O Jesus my Lord and Saviour,
I’m trusting alone in Thee.

O what are the toils and labors,
The crosses that now I bear.
Compared with the crown immortal
Laid up for my soul to wear?
‘Twill matter to me but little,
What conflicts I have passed,
When, after the strife is ended,
I rest at Thy feet at last.

Chorus:
And O, when my course is finished,
And victor’s palm I wave,
To Thee will I give the glory,
O Thou, who art mighty to save,
To Thee will I give the glory,
O Thou, who art mighty to save.
—Fanny Crosby

 

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