To the cross of Christ I cling;
Tho’ but faint my faith may be,
Yet this tho’t doth comfort bring:
Jesus holdeth me.
Holdeth me, He holdeth me;
Tho’ but faint my hold may be,
Yet this tho’t doth comfort bring:
Jesus holdeth me.

Low at Jesus’ feet I plead;
Broken tho’ my prayer may be,
Precious is the tho’t indeed:
Jesus pleads for me.
Pleads for me, He pleads for me;
Broken tho’ my prayer may be,
Precious is the tho’t indeed:
Jesus pleads for me.

Can I say I love the Lord?
Cold at times my love may be,
Yet how precious is the word:
Jesus loveth me.
Loveth me, He loveth me;
Cold at times my heart may be,
Yet how precious is the word:
Jesus loveth me.