Oh Gentle Saviour i need thee
Fill mine heart with thine spirit
That it may be thee living even in me
That thou may not condemn me on judgement day
But will find favour in thine sight
Let it be thine will that i may be saved
That i may not taste death even the second death
But will walk into eternity
Clothed in snow white robes
Singing Glory to you the Almighty
The redeemer of all the souls
So pass me not Gentle Saviour
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem