Bearing his cross from day to day,
When faint and weary, used to say,
Jesus, my Saviour !
2 If Satan tempted him aside,
He never on himself relied,
But grasped the shield of faith and cried,
Jesus, my Saviour !
3 And looking up from what he feared,
Though far away his rest appeared,
Oh, how the thought his spirit cheered,
Jesus, my Saviour !
4 Thus, Lord, direct my youthful way,
Thyself to love, Thy law obey ;
Then shall I praise through endless day
Jesus, my Saviour 1