Jesus, my
Savior,
look on
me,
For I am
weary and
oppressed;
I come to
cast
myself on
Thee:
Thou art
my Rest.
Look down
on me, for
I am weak;
I feel the
toilsome
journey’s
length;
Thine aid
omnipotent
I seek:
Thou art
my
Strength.
I am
bewildered
on my way,
Dark and
tempestuous
is the
night;
O send
Thou forth
some
cheering
ray:
Thou art
my Light.
I hear
the storms
around me
rise;
But when I
dread
th’impending
shock,
My spirit
to the
Refuge
flies:
Thou art
my Rock.
Standing
alone on
Jordan’s
brink,
In that
tremendous
latest
strife,
Thou will
not suffer
me to
sink:
Thou art
my Life.
Thou
wilt my
every want
supply,
E’en to
the end,
whate’er
befall;
Through
life, in
death,
eternally,
Thou art
my All.
