Composed for a peculiar tune, “JUANITA.”
WHEN, dearest Saviour,
When shall I Thy glory see?
Fain would my spirit
Find her home with Thee;
In this vale of sorrow,
Oft I sigh for liberty,
But a bright tomorrow
Soon shall set me free.
Jesus—dear Jesus,
Let me lean upon Thy breast,
Jesus—dear Jesus,
Be my only rest.
Way-worn and weary,
This is not my dwelling-place,
All, all is dreary
Till I see Thy face;
For Thy love is greater
Than all other love can be,
And Thy name is sweeter
Than all else to me.
Jesus—dear Jesus,
Let me lean upon Thy breast,
Jesus—dear Jesus,
Be my only rest.
Come, dearest Saviour,
Chase the gloomy shades away,
Long have I waited
For the break of day;
Soon in brightest glory
I shall tread the courts above,
While I tell the story
Of Thy matchless love.
Jesus—dear Jesus,
How I sigh to be at rest,
Jesus—dear Jesus,
Take me to Thy breast.