I yet will cling to thee,
Hide thou thy face; yet, help in time of need,
I will not let thee go!
2 I will not let thee go; should I forsake my bliss?
No, Lord, thou’rt mine,
And I am thine:
Thee will I hold when all things else I miss;
Though dark and sad the night,
Joy cometh with thy light,
O thou my Sun; should I forsake my bliss?