Jesus, My Savior, Look on Me

Jesus

my Sav­ior

look on me

For I am wea­ry and op­pressed;

I come to cast my­self on Thee:

Thou art my rest.

Look down on me

for I am weak;

I feel the toil­some jour­ney’s length;

Thine aid om­ni­po­tent I seek:

Thou art my strength.

I am be­wil­dered on my way

Dark and tem­pes­tuous is the night;

O send Thou forth some cheer­ing ray:

Thou art my light.

I hear the storms around me rise;

But when I dread th’im­pend­ing shock

My spir­it to the re­fuge flies:

Thou art my rock.

When Sa­tan flings his fie­ry darts

I look to Thee; my ter­rors cease;

Thy cross a hid­ing place im­parts:

Thou art my peace.

Standing alone on Jor­dan’s brink

In that tre­men­dous

lat­est strife

Thou will not suf­fer me to sink:

Thou art my life.

Thou wilt my ev­ery want sup­ply

E’en to the end

whate’er be­fall;

Through life

in death

eter­nal­ly

Thou art my all.