Jesus, Refuge of the Weary

Jesus

re­fuge of the wea­ry

Object of the spir­it’s love

Fountain in life’s de­sert drea­ry

Savior from the world above.

O how oft Thine eyes

of­fend­ed

Gaze up­on the sin­ner’s fall;

Yet up­on the cross ex­tend­ed

Thou didst bear the pain of all.

Do we pass that cross un­heed­ing

Breathing no re­pent­ant vow

Though we see Thee wound­ed

bleed­ing

See Thy thorn en­cir­cled brow?

Yet Thy sin­less death hath brought us

Life eter­nal

peace

and rest;

Only what Thy grace hath taught us

Calms the sin­ner’s stor­my breast.

Jesus

may our hearts be burn­ing

With more fer­vent love for Thee;

May our eyes be ev­er turn­ing

To Thy cross of ago­ny;

Till in glo­ry

part­ed nev­er

From the bless­èd Sav­ior’s side

Graven in our hearts for­ev­er

Dwell the cross

the Cru­ci­fied.