1 In sweet communion, Lord, with thee
I constantly abide;
My hand thou holdest in thine own
To keep me near thy side.
2 Thy counsel through my earthly way
Shall guide me and control,
And then to glory afterward
Thou wilt receive my soul.
3 Whom have I, Lord, in heav'n but thee,
To whom my thoughts aspire?
And, having thee, on earth is nought
That I can yet desire.
4 Though flesh and heart should faint and fail,
The Lord will ever be
The strength and portion of my heart,
My God eternally.
5 To live apart from God is death,
'Tis good his face to seek;
My refuge is the living God,
His praise I long to speak.