Courage, My Sorely Tempted Heart!

Courage

my sore­ly tempt­ed heart!

Break through thy woes

for­get their smart;

Come forth

and on thy Bride­groom gaze

The Lamb of God

the fount of grace;

Here is Thy place!

His arms are op­en

thi­ther flee!

There rest and peace are wait­ing thee

The death­less crown of right­eous­ness

The en­trance to eter­nal bliss;

He gives thee this!

Then com­bat well

of naught afraid

For this His fol­low­er thou art made:

Each bat­tle teach­es thee to fight

Each foe to be a brav­er knight

Armed with His might.

If storms of fierce temp­ta­tion rise

Unmoved we’ll face the frown­ing skies;

If but the heart is true in­deed

Christ will be with us in our need

His own could bleed.

I flee away to Thy dear cross

For hope is there for ev­ery loss

Healing for ev­ery wound and woe

There all the strength of love I know

And feel its glow.

Before the Ho­ly One I fall

The eter­nal sac­ri­fice for all;

His death has freed us from our load

Peace on the ang­uished soul be­stowed

Brought us to God.

Thy word hath still its glo­ri­ous pow­ers

The nob­lest chi­val­ry is ours;

O Thou

for whom to die is gain

I bring Thee here all; oh

deign to

Accept and reign.

How then should I go mourn­ing on?

I look to Thee—my fears are gone

With Thee is rest that can­not cease

For Thou has wrought us full re­lease

And made our peace.