Till glory crown the work of grace.
2 In whom but thee, in heaven above,
Can I repose my trust, my love?
And shall an earthly object be
Loved in comparison with thee?
3 My flesh is hastening to decay;
Soon shall the world have passed away;
And what can mortal friends avail,
When heart, and strength, and life shall fail?
4 But O! my Saviour, be thou nigh,