A little pilgrim on life's way, 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 "