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CCLII. Jesu, the weary wanderer's rest

1 Jesu, the weary wanderer's rest,
Give me thy easy yoke to bear;
With stedfast patience arm my breast,
With spotless love, and lowly fear.

2 Thankful I take the cup from thee,
Prepar'd and mingled by thy skill,
Though bitter to the taste it be,
Powerful the wounded soul to heal.

3 Be thou, O Rock of Ages, nigh!
So shall each murmuring thought be gone;
And grief, and fear, and care shall fly
As clouds before the mid-day sun.

4 Speak to my warring passions, "Peace;"
Say to my trembling heart, "Be still:"
Thy power my strength and fortress is,
For all things serve thy sov'reign will.

5 O death! where is thy sting? where now
Thy boasted victory, O grave?
Who shall contend with God? Or who
Can hurt whom God delights to save?

Text Information

• First Line: Jesu, the weary wanderer's rest
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1790
• Topic: For Believers Suffering
• Notes: Tune: ATHLONE

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