First Line: To the Cross of Christ I cling,

To the Cross of Christ I cling ;
Though but faint my faith may be,
Yet this thought doth comfort bring:
Jesus holdeth me.

Holdeth me, He holdeth me ;
Though but faint my hold may be,
Yet this thought doth comfort bring:
Jesus holdeth me.

2 Low at Jesus' feet I plead ;
Broken though my prayer may be,
Precious is the thought indeed !
Jesus pleads for me.

3 Can I say I love the Lord ?
Cold at times my love may be,
Yet how precious is the word :
Jesus loveth me.