Savior Dear

To Jesus Christ I pray my prayers,
And unto Him I trust my fears
And cry my bitter tears.
This is the way it has been.

He died for me, my Savior, dear,
That I might be set free.
From sin I am forgiv’n.
This is the way it was done.

Christ rose again, that I might live
As His dear, beloved child,
When I have died.
This is the way it will be.

Up unto Heaven, the Holy Place,
Soon His Spirit will take me
Unto my home.
This is the way it can be.

This is the reason I cry, you see?
I don’t know who will be
In Heav'n with me.
That is the way it will be.