Raise Me, Jesus, to Thy Bosom

Raise me

Je­sus

to Thy bo­som

From this world of sin and woes;

Let me feel Thine arms around me

Then my soul may know re­pose.

I am wea­ry with my bur­den

And I come to Thee for rest;

Kneeling at Thy feet

I pray Thee

Lift me

Je­sus

to Thy breast.

Raise me

Je­sus

to Thy bo­som

From this world of sin and woes;

Let me feel Thine arms around me

Then my soul may know re­pose.

Raise me

Je­sus

to Thy bo­som

For my heart is slave to fear

That will van­ish as a sha­dow

When it feels Thy pre­sence near.

In my ang­uish deign to hear me

All my sin and grief con­fess;

By the pro­mise Thou hast giv­en

Lift me

Je­sus

to Thy breast.

Raise me

Je­sus

to Thy bo­som

Hear a con­trite spir­it’s pray­er;

Raise me from the sin around me

Ere I yield me to des­pair.

Oh

I feel that Thou wilt hear me

And will give me ho­ly rest;

Now I feel Thy glo­ry near me

Lift me

Je­sus

to Thy breast.