Go Ad-Free
If you regularly use Hymnary.org, you might benefit from eliminating ads. Consider buying a Hymnary Pro subscription.
1 In weariness and pain,
By sins and fears oppressed,
I turn me to my Rest again,
My soul's eternal Rest.
2 The Lamb that died for me,
And still my load doth bear;
To Jesus' streaming wounds I flee,
And find my quiet there.
3 Jesus, was ever grief,
Was ever love like Thine?
Thy sorrow, Lord, is my relief,
Thy life hath ransomed mine.
4 O may I rise with Thee,
And soar to things above,
And spend a blest eternity
In praise of dying love.
Text Information | |
---|---|
First Line: | In weariness and pain |
Meter: | S. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1918 |
Topic: | Cross and Comfort |