Jesus, to Thee I Now Can Fly

1Jesus, to Thee I now can fly,
On whom my help is laid;
Oppressed by sins,
I lift mine eye,
And see the shadows fade.

2Believing on my Lord,
I find A sure and present aid;
On Thee alone my constant mind Be every moment stayed.

3Whate'er in me seems wise, or good,
Or strong,
I here disclaim;
I wash my garments in the blood Of the atoning Lamb.

4Jesus, my strength, my life, my rest,
On Thee will I depend,
Till summoned to the marriage feast,
When faith in sight shall end.