"Redeemer, whither shall I flee,
Or how escape the wrath to come?
The weary sinner flies to thee
For shelter from the impending doom:
Smile on me, gracious Lord, and shew
Thyself the friend of sinners now.Beneath the shadow of thy cross,
The heavy-laden soul finds rest:
Let me esteem the world as dross,
So I may be of Christ possess'd!
I borrow ev'ry joy from thee,
For thou art life and light to me.Close to my Savior's bloody tree
My soul, untir'd, shall ever cleave;
Both scourg'd and crucified with thee,
With Christ resolved to die and live.
My pray'r, my grand ambition this,
Living and dying to be his.O nail me to the sacred wood,
There hold me by the Spirit's chain,
There seal me with thy fast'ning blood,
Nor ever let me loose again:
There may I bow my supplicant knee,
And own no other Lord but thee."-Augustus Toplady