My Savior! Wilt thou leave me now,
When sharp temptations round me throng?
All other helps have failed -- and thou
Alone canst hope and truth prolong.

Tempted;--but can I turn away,
And give my thoughts to aught but thee?
Oh, let me die; but ne'er betray
My pledge of truth and constancy.

I know that sorrow has its power,
I know that pleasure has its charm;
But oft the least propitious hour
Beholds the triumph of thine arm.

Oh, who or what shall lead to sin,
Whate'er its power, whate'er its art--
So long as Christ is King within,
And binds his being round my heart?