When along life’s thorny road,
Faints the soul beneath its load —
By its cares and sins oppressed;
Finds on earth no peace or rest;
When the wily tempter’s near,
Filling us with doubts and fear:
Jesus, to Thy feet we flee;
Jesus, we will look to Thee.
Thou, our Savior, from the throne,
List’nest to Thy people’s groan;
Thou, the living Head, dost share
Every pang Thy members bear:
Full of tenderness Thou art;
Thou wilt heal the broken heart;
Full of power, Thine arm shall quell
All the rage and might of hell.
Thou, O Jesus, Thou hast borne
Satan’s rage, the worldling’s scorn:
Thou hast known the bitter hour
Of the wily tempter’s power;
Lo! Thy bloody sweat we see
In the dark Gethsemane:
Hark that piercing, awful cry,
From the mount of Calvary!
By that love which brought Thee down
From Thy high, eternal throne;
Veiled the Lord of earth and skies
In an infant’s lowly guise:
By that love that healed the maim,
Cured the sick, restored the lame,
Bade the darkened eye to see —
Jesus, we will look to Thee.
J. G. Deck