What shall I, a sinner, do?

Whither shall I turn for aid?

Conscience waking brings to view

Sins that make me sore afraid.

This my confidence shall be,

Jesus, I will cleave to Thee.

True, I have transgress'd Thy will,

Oft have grieved Thee by my sin,

Yet I know Thou lov'st me still,

For I hear Thy voice within;

Then, though sin accuses me,

Jesus, I will cleave to Thee.

Here the Christians oft must bear

Many a cross and bitter smart

If their lot in this I share,

Shall I waver or depart?

Loyal still my heart shall be,

Jesus, still I cleave to Thee.

Well I know this life of ours

Is but as a fleeting dream;

Round us darkness ever lowers,

Death is nearer than we deem;

Who knows what to-day may see?

Jesus, I will cleave to Thee.

If I die, I do but cease

Sooner from this toil and care,

And I rest in perfect peace

In the grave, since Thou wert there;

There Thy light shall comfort me,

There too I will cleave to Thee.

Then, Lord Jesu, Thou art mine,

Till Thou bring me to that place

Where I shall for ever shine

In Thy light, and see Thy face:

Blessed will that haven be!

Jesus, I will cleave to Thee.