1 God of grace, whose word is sure,
Thou who keepest truth forever,
That my trust may rest secure
On this ground that wavers never:
Let Thy truth be dear to me,
That my soul may faithful be.

2 True this word will e'er remain:
He who Christ to own refuses,
Though he all the world should gain,
His immortal soul he loses;
For the Saviour will not own
Him before the Father's throne.

3 To the banner of the cross
I fidelity have plighted;
It will be my endless loss
If this solemn vow were slighted;
Therefore Jesus, none but He,
Shall my constant watchword be.

4 Let me, till my latest breath,
Christ confess with constant meekness;
Let me faithful be till death,
Strong in Him 'mid all my weakness:
Let me live in Him, and die
Heir of mansions in the sky.