HXXI | A Pocket Hymn Book#HXXII | HXXIII |
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,
Prepared 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 sovereign 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 | |
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First Line: | Jesu, thy weary wanderer's rest |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1791 |
Topic: | For Believers Suffering |
Notes: | Now Public Domain. Sing to ATHLONE |