6 Beside thee, Lord, I’ve taken

My place—forbid me not!

Hence will I ne’er be shaken,

Though thou to death be brought.

If pain’s last paleness hold thee,

In agony opprest,

Then, then will I enfold thee

Within this arm and breast!

7 The joy can ne’er be spoken,

Above all joys beside.

When in thy body broken

I thus with safety hide.

My Lord of life, desiring

Thy glory now to see.

Beside the cross expiring,

I’d breathe my soul to thee.

8 What language shall I borrow

To thank thee, dearest Friend,

For this, thy dying sorrow,

Thy pity without end?

Oh! make me thine forever,

And should I fainting be,

Lord let me never, never

Outlive my love to thee.

9 And when I am departing,

Oh! part not thou from me;

When mortal pangs are darting,

Come, Lord, and set me free;

And when my heart must languish

Amidst the final throe,

Release me from mine anguish

By thine own pain and wo!

10 Be near me when I am dying,

Oh! show thy cross to me;

And for my succor flying,

Come, Lord, and set me free!

These eyes new faith receiving.

From Jesus shall not move,

For he who dies believing,

Dies safely through thy love.