By va­ri­ous max­ims, forms and rules,
That pass for wis­dom in the schools,
I strove my pas­sion to re­strain;
But all my ef­forts proved in vain.

But since the Sav­ior I have known
My rules are all re­duced to one:
To keep my Lord, by faith, in view;
This strength sup­plies, and mo­tives too.

I see Him lead a suf­fer­ing life,
So pa­tient midst re­proach and strife;
And from His pat­tern cour­age take
To bear, and suf­fer, for His sake.

Upon the cross I see Him bleed,
And by the fight from guilt am freed;
This sight de­stroys the life of sin,
And quick­ens heav’n­ly life with­in.

To look to Je­sus as He rose
Confirms my faith, dis­arms my foes;
I Sa­tan shame and ov­er­come,
By point­ing to my Sav­ior’s tomb.

Exalted on His glo­ri­ous throne,
I see Him make my cause His own;
Then all my anx­ious cares sub­side,
For Je­sus lives, and will pro­vide.

I see Him look with pi­ty down,
And hold in view the con­quer­or’s crown;
If pressed with griefs and cares be­fore,
My soul re­vives, and asks no more.

By faith I see the hour at hand
When in His pre­sence I shall stand;
Then it will be my end­less bliss,
To see Him where, and as He is.