JESUS, I come to Thee;
Thy lips the welcome spoke,
“Come, weary one, to Me,
And take My easy yoke:”
Lord, I have come, and in Thee find
Rest for my weary heart and mind.
Jesus, I look to Thee,
The holy, spotless Lamb,
Uplifted on the tree,
Bearing my sin, and shame:
Thou for my sake Thyself hast given;
My sins, through Thee, are all forgiven.
Jesus, I trust in Thee;
I know Thy word is sure;
Promise and oath agree
To make my soul secure:
Through life and death, through storm and wave,
Assured I am that Thou wilt save.
Jesus, I boast in Thee,
Before whom angels fall;
For Thou art made to me,
My glory, yea, my all:
Wisdom, and righteousness divine,
In Thee I have,-for Thou art mine.
Jesus, I call on Thee
In ev'ry hour of woe;
Thine eyes still watch o'er me
While wand'ring here below:
My feeblest cry does reach Thine ear,
As strong to help as swift to hear.
Jesus, I hope in Thee;
Soon will the Bridegroom come:
Thy face I long to see
In Thy eternal Home:-
Sweet hope, O Lord, to spend with Thee
The ages of eternity!