1 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,
Gazed upon the sinner's fall!
Yet upon the cross extended
Thou didst bear the pain of all.
2 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.
3 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 blessed Savior's side,
Graven in our hearts forever,
Dwell the cross, the Crucified.
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First Line: | Jesus, Refuge of the weary |
Meter: | 8, 7 81 |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1918 |
Topic: | Passion of Christ |