WHEN I can scarcely read or pray,
When troubled thoughts my soul dismay.
His precious Name I softly say—
Jesus! — Jesus!
O, swifter than a mother’s ear,
Her infant’s feeble cry to hear,
Is His to catch the trembling prayer.
Jesus! — Jesus!
When sins committed long ago,
Cause bitter tears of grief to flow,
One thought alone can calm our woe,
Jesus! — Jesus!
If sorrow, like a thundercloud,
In darkest night my soul enshroud,
Out of the depths I cry aloud,
JESUS! — JESUS!
If like a flood the foe come in,
With thoughts of unbelief and sin,
His mighty NAME the fight shall win―
JESUS! — JESUS!
If worn by long-continued pain,
I sigh for rest and sleep in vain,
Weary, I breathe this prayer again,
Jesus! — Jesus!
O, let His precious Name be said
In whispers o’er my dying bed,
So shall my soul be comforted, ―
Jesus! — Jesus!
And when upon the other shore
We sin and sorrow nevermore,
His praise shall echo o’er and o’er,
Jesus! — JESUS! JESUS!
C. O