1 How sweet away from self to flee,
And shelter in our Saviour;
Oh, precious grace! with Him's our place,
In God's eternal favor.
2 Jesus the goal before our soul,
The One we know in glory;
While we're on earth, we'd tell His worth,
A saved one's sweetest story.
| Text Information | |
|---|---|
| First Line: | How sweet away from self to flee |
| Language: | English |
| Publication Date: | 1881 |