Classic Poem

In midst of this our life
We are begirt with death, —
Our life is but a breath!

To whom, then, shall we come,
Save, Lord, alone to thee,
In our mortality?

To whom save thee, O Lord,
Who, at our grievous sin,
Justly hast angry been?

O holy, holy God,
O holy Majesty,
Jehovah, God most high,

O holy, holy God,
O holy God above
O holy God of love,

O Saviour of the lost,
From second death us save,
And from the endless grave!