The Voice of Praise ‎#463

463. Jesus, refuge of the weary

1 Jesus, refuge of the weary,
Object of the spirit's love,
Fountain in life's desert dreary,
Saviour from the world above!

2 Oh, how oft thine eyes, offended,
Gazed upon the sinner's fall!
Yet thou on the cross extended
Bore the penalty of all!

3 For our human sake enduring
Tortures infinite in pain;
By thy death our life assuring,
Conquerors, through thee we reign!

4 Jesus, would my heart were burning
With more vivid love for thee!
Would my eyes were ever turning
To thy cross of agony!

5 Would that, on that cross suspended,
I the martyr's palm might win--
Where the Lord, the heaven-descended,
Sinless suffered for my sin!

6 So in praise and rapture blending,
Might my fading eyes grow dim,
While the freed heart rose, ascending,
To the circling Seraphim.

7 Then in glory parted never
From the blessed Saviour's side,
Graven on my heart forever
Be the cross and Crucified.

Text Information

• First Line: Jesus, refuge of the weary
• Author: Savonarola
• Meter: C. M.
• Publication Date: 1873
• Topic: The Christian System: Adoption And Sanctification; All for Christ

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