away from all other objects.
EYES that are weary, and hearts that are sore,
Look off unto Jesus, and sorrow no more:
The Light of His countenance shineth so bright,
That on earth, as in heaven, there need be no night.
“Looking of unto Jesus,” my eyes cannot see
The troubles and dangers that throng around me:
They cannot be blinded with sorrowful tears,
They cannot be shadowed with unbelief-fears.
“Looking of unto Jesus,” my spirit is blest―
In the world I have turmoil―in Him I have rest:
The sea of my life all about me may roar―
When I look unto Jesus I hear it no more.
“Looking of unto Jesus,” I go not astray;
My eyes are on Him, and He shows me the way;
The path may seem dark, as He leads me along,
But following Jesus. I cannot go wrong.
“Looking of unto Jesus,” my heart cannot fear,
Its trembling is still, when I see Jesus near;
I know that His power my safeguard will be,
For, “Why are ye troubled?” He saith unto me.
“Looking of unto Jesus,” oh may I be found,
When the waters of Jordan encompass me round:
Let them bear me away in His presence to be: ―
‘Tis but seeing Him nearer, whom always I see.
Then, then, shall I know the full beauty and grace
Of Jesus my Lord, when I stand face to face:
I shall know how His love went before me each day,
And wonder that ever my eyes turned away.