Jesus, to Thee I Now Can Fly

Jesus, to thee I now can fly,
On whom my help is laid:

Jesus, to thee I now can fly,
On whom my help is laid:
Oppressed by sins, I lift my eye,
And see the shadows fade.

Believing on my Lord, I find
A sure and present aid:
On thee alone my constant mind
Is every moment stayed.

Whate’er in me seems wise, or good,
Or strong, I here disclaim:
I wash my garments in the blood
Of the atoning Lamb.

Jesus, my Strength, my Life, my Rest,
On thee will I depend,
Till summoned to the marriage-feast,
When faith in sight shall end.