173    L.M.     Samuel Medley
Christ a Sanctuary. Ps. 63. 2; 96. 6; Isa. 8. 14

1 Jesus, before thy face I fall,
  My Lord, my Life, my Hope, my All;
  For I have nowhere else to flee,
  No sanctuary, Lord, but thee.

2 [In thee I every glory view,
  Of safety, strength, and beauty too;
  Beloved Saviour, ever be
  A Sanctuary unto me.]

3 [Whatever woes and fears betide,
  In thy dear bosom let me hide;
  And, while I pour my soul to thee,
  Do thou my Sanctuary be.]

4 Through life and all its changing scenes,
  And all the grief that intervenes,
  ’Tis this supports my fainting heart,
  That thou my Sanctuary art.

5 Apace the solemn hour draws nigh,
  When I must bow my head and die;
  But O what joy this witness gives,
  Jesus, my Sanctuary, lives!

6 He from the grave my dust will raise;
  I in the heavens will sing his praise;
  And when in glory I appear,
  He’ll be my Sanctuary there.