1 Lord, should we leave thy hallow'd feet,
To whom should we repair?
Where else such holy comforts meet,
As spring perennial there?

2 Thou art the way--through thee alone
From sin and death we flee:
And he who would the Father seek,
Must seek him, Lord, by thee.

3 Thou art the truth--thy word alone
Sound wisdom can impart:
Thou only canst inform the mind,
And purify the heart.

4 Thou art the life--the rending tomb
Proclaims thy conqu'ring arm:
And those who put their trust in thee,
Nor death nor hell shall harm.

5 Thou art the way, the truth, the life:
Grant us that way to know,
That truth to keep, that life to win,
Whose joys eternal flow.