1 Christ, Thine all-atoning death
Is our life while here below;
Strengthen Thou our feeble faith,
Constantly Thine aid bestow.
In thy mercy we confide;
Safely to the end us guide;
Zion, if thy Head depart,
Void of life and strength thou art.
2 Gracious Lord, may we believe,
Venture all on Thy free grace,
Boldly things not seen achieve,
Trusting in Thy promises.
Faith Thy people’s stronghold is;
Their employment daily this,
To proceed on paths unknown,
Leaning on Thine arm alone.
3 Lord, Thy body ne’er forsake,
Ne’er Thy congregation leave;
We to Thee our refuge take,
Of Thy fullness we receive;
Every other help be gone,
Thou art our Support alone;
For on Thy supreme commands
All the universe depends.
Source: Hymnal and Liturgies of the Moravian Church #246