1. Christ shed His precious blood,
To make us His alone;
And wash’d in that atoning flood,
We are no more our own.
2. If He His will reveal,
Let us obey the call;
Assur’d whate’er the flesh may feel,
His love deserves our all.
3. Then let us keep in view
His glory, as our end;
Too much we cannot bear, or do,
For such a gracious Friend.
4. And let us stand prepar’d
In duty’s path to run;
Nor count the greatest trials hard,
So that His will be done.
5. With Jesus for our guide,
The path is safe though rough;
The Promise says, “I will provide,”
And Faith replies, “Enough!”