Never can I forget Thee, Christ divine, Never grow weary of this love of Thine, Never deny Thee, from Thee turn away, Nor cease to love Thee every passing day. When storms of life are threatening very near, Thy voice, dear Saviour, let me ever hear; And when my sky is very clear and bright Be Thou my sun, my never-failing light. While I shall live, be Thou a life for me, And when I die, my resurrection be. When I shall enter Heavenly mansions fair, Be Thou the first to meet and greet me there. While, thro’ the endless years of which I dream, I touch the golden harp, be Thou my theme, On earth, in Heaven, forevermore be mine,— My first, my last, my only Christ divine.