1 O eyes that are weary, and hearts that are sore,
Look all unto Jesus, now sorrow no more;
The light of His countenance shineth so bright,
That here, as in Heaven, there need be no night.
2 While looking to Jesus, my heart cannot fear,
I tremble no more when I see Jesus near,
I know that His presence my safe-guard will be,
For, "Why are you troubled?" He saith unto me.
3 Still looking to Jesus, oh, may I be found,
When Jordan's dark waters encompass me round;
They bear me away in His presence to be
I see him still nearer whom always I see.
4 Thee, then shall I know the full beauty and grace
Of Jesus, my Lord, when I stand face to face
Shall know how His love went before me each day,
And wonder that ever my eyes turned away.
Source: The New Praiseworthy: for the Church and Sunday School #303
|First Line:||O eyes that are weary, and hearts that are sore|
|Author:||Horatius R. Palmer|