Had I ten thousand gifts beside,

I’d cleave to Jesus crucified,

And build on him alone;

For no foundation is there given

On which to place my hopes of heaven,

But Christ, the corner-stone.

2 Possessing Christ I all possess,

Wisdom, and strength, and righteousness,

And holiness complete;

Bold in his name, I dare draw nigh

Before the Ruler of the sky,

And all his justice meet.

3 There is no path to heavenly bliss,

To solid joy or lasting peace,

But Christ, th’ appointed road;

O may we tread the sacred way,

By faith rejoice, and praise, and pray,

Till we sit down with God!

4 The types and shadows of the word

Unite in Christ, the Man, the Lord,

The Saviour kind and true;

O may we still his word believe,

And all his promises receive,

And all his precepts do.

5 As he above for ever lives,

And life to dying mortals gives,

Eternal and divine;

O may his Spirit in me dwell!

Then, saved from sin, and death, and hell,

Eternal life is mine.