My faith has found a resting place— not in device nor creed; I trust the everliving One— his wounds for me shall plead.
I need no other argument, I need no other plea: it is enough that Jesus died, and that he died for me.
Enough for me that Jesus saves— this ends my fear and doubt; a sinful soul, I come to him— he'll never cast me out.
My heart is leaning on the word— the written word of God; salvation by my Savior's name— salvation through his blood.
My great Physician heals the sick— the lost he came to save; for me his precious blood he shed— for me his life he gave.