1 Who is there like Thee,
Jesus, unto me?
None are like Thee, none above Thee
Thou art altogether lovely;
None on earth have we,
None in heaven like Thee.

2 Love that warmly glowed,
Blood that freely flowed;
Life that stooped to death to save me,
And a deathless being gave me;
Bore my guilty load,
Brought me back to God!

3 Plant thyself in me,
I will learn of Thee,
To be holy, meek, and tender.
Wrath and pride and self surrender:
Nothing shouldst thou see
But Thyself in me.

4 When on death's cold strand
I one day shall stand,
Let Thy presence go beside me,
Through the gloomy waters guide me:
Grant me then to stand,
Lord, at Thy right hand.