1 My Maker, be Thou nigh The light of life to give And guide me with Thine eye While here on earth I live. To Thee my heart I tender And all my pow'rs surrender; Make it my one endeavor To love and serve Thee ever. Upon Thy promise I rely; My Maker, be Thou nigh. 2 My Savior, wash me clean With Thy most precious blood, That takes away all sin And seals my peace with God. My soul in peace abideth When in Thy wounds it hideth. There I find full salvation And freedom from damnation. Without Thee lost, defiled by sin, My Savior, wash me clean. 3 My Comforter, give pow'r That I may stand secure When in temptation's hour The world and sin allure. The Son to me revealing, Inspire my thought and feeling, His Word of grace to ponder, Nor let me from Him wander. On me Thy gifts and graces show'r: My Comforter, give pow'r! 4 O Holy Trinity! To whom I all things owe, Thine image graciously Within my heart bestow. Choose me, though weak and lowly, To be Thy temple holy Where praise shall rise unending For grace so condescending. O heav'nly bliss, Thine own to be, O Holy Trinity!
1 My Maker, be Thou nigh
The light of life to give
And guide me with Thine eye
While here on earth I live.
To Thee my heart I tender
And all my pow'rs surrender;
Make it my one endeavor
To love and serve Thee ever.
Upon Thy promise I rely;
My Maker, be Thou nigh.
2 My Savior, wash me clean
With Thy most precious blood,
That takes away all sin
And seals my peace with God.
My soul in peace abideth
When in Thy wounds it hideth.
There I find full salvation
And freedom from damnation.
Without Thee lost, defiled by sin,
My Savior, wash me clean.
3 My Comforter, give pow'r
That I may stand secure
When in temptation's hour
The world and sin allure.
The Son to me revealing,
Inspire my thought and feeling,
His Word of grace to ponder,
Nor let me from Him wander.
On me Thy gifts and graces show'r:
My Comforter, give pow'r!
4 O Holy Trinity!
To whom I all things owe,
Thine image graciously
Within my heart bestow.
Choose me, though weak and lowly,
To be Thy temple holy
Where praise shall rise unending
For grace so condescending.
O heav'nly bliss, Thine own to be,
O Holy Trinity!