To the Cross of Christ I cling;
Though but faint my faith may be,
Yet this thought doth comfort bring:
Jesus holdeth me.
Holdeth me, He holdeth me;
Though but faint my hold may be,
Yet this thought doth comfort bring:
Jesus holdeth me.
Low at Jesus' feet I plead;
Broken though my prayer may be,
Precious is the thought indeed!
Jesus pleads for me.
Holdeth me, He holdeth me;
Though but faint my hold may be,
Yet this thought doth comfort bring:
Jesus holdeth me.
Can I say I love the Lord?
Cold at times my love may be,
Yet how precious is the word:
Jesus loveth me.
Holdeth me, He holdeth me;
Though but faint my hold may be,
Yet this thought doth comfort bring:
Jesus holdeth me.