Tenaciously I will cling,
to my LORD my Christ my King,
He is my everything.
What can I bring?
Except my filthy ring,
that bound me to every evil thing,
even to serve the One who is of earth the King.
And accepting this ring,
my Beloved the heavenly King,
bore on Him the wrath of God and death’s sting.
That from my heart living water can spring,
now being dead by the law for the law
to serve sin and death no more,
being united to Him, my LORD , my Christ, my King.
Joy of joys, forever I will sing:
“There is healing under His wing”.