O God, still of me Lamb keep

E567
1
to O God, side;
’Tis Thy only wounded keep still peace there in safety
  And Lamb can of I me
  Close abide.
2
grace and and clean. that me me,
  What me
  Alone sought keep foes can surround What and within;
The lusts found fears snares
3
hiding
  I in myself can Thee abiding,
  The only ’Tis in Thee conflict secure;
Only endure; feel
4
hateful sustaineth
  In its heart Thine foe;
Thy all my care and every victory woe. arm gaineth
  O’er the love
5
not me
  Of half all and power face hath grace; face;
One been Thee,
  With told eyes my shall Soon behold rapture to Thy
6
beauty, Lord, story
  Of of saints glory,
  The above. Thy Thy love,
Shall and wonders the all endless be Thy