My Saviour is with me, wherever I go.
In joy or in sorrow, through sickness or strain,
He shares all my burdens, and eases my pain.
His poor heart is saddened, when He sees me cry,
He holds to my hand, 'til my eyes are dry.
He whispers, "My child, you have nothing to fear",
For the Master gives only His tenderest care.
Temptation prevails, but I need not fear,
For Jesus is with me, though Satan is near,
And when I am tempted, before I would stray,
Satan sees Jesus, and hurries away.
A sinner am I, yet, saved by His grace,
My wonderful Saviour, oh, He took my place.
He died on a cross, to set my soul free,
How happy am I, that Jesus loves me.
Jeannette E. Smith
November 01, 1988
