On thou poor, weary, burdened soul,
Though waves of trouble o’er thee roll,
There’s One who doth each storm control,
That blessed One is Jesus.
What though each earthly spring be dried,
Though by temptation sorely tried,
Come cast these earthly cares aside
And go apart with Jesus.
He will supply thy every need,
He loves His people’s cause to plead,
Oh, thou art privileged indeed
To be beloved of Jesus.
And can’st thou doubt His faithfulness,
Or think His love is growing less Ah! no,
His heart is full of grace,
The tender heart of Jesus.
He only chastens thee in love,
To draw thy wand’ring thoughts above,
And teach thee evermore to prove
How dear a friend is Jesus.
But ah, methinks I hear thee say,
“My faith seems weaker every day,
And Satan oftentimes will say,
You don’t belong to Jesus.”
And then I try to stop my ears,
And hush such foolish doubts and fears,
Until I find relief in tears,
Low at the feet of Jesus.
Were I a child by grace renewed,
Washed and made clean in Jesus’ blood,
How could I thus requite my God,
And grieve the heart of Jesus
Would not my greatest pleasure be
To tell what He has done for me,
And should I not rejoice to see
That I am one with Jesus
Poor pilgrim, tried and tempest toss’d,
Satan would claim thee his at last,
But that dear hand shall hold thee fast
That gave thee first to Jesus.
’Tis He permits the enemy
To hurl his fiery darts at thee,
But thou shalt more than conqueror be,
Strong in the strength of Jesus.
Cheer up faint heart, and weep no more,
Thy doubts and fears will soon be o’er,
Thou yet shalt reach thy native shore,
Safe in the arms of Jesus.
There shall no cruel foes assail
The ransomed soul He loves so well,
Nor any earthly power avail,
To break thy rest in Jesus.