1 Peace, troubled soul, whose plaintive moan
Hath taught each scene the note of woe;
Cease thy complaint, suppress thy groan,
And let thy tears forget to flow:
Behold, the precious balm is found,
To lull thy pain and heal thy wound.
2 Come, freely come, by sin opprest,
On Jesus cast thy weighty load;
In Him thy Refuge find, thy rest,
Safe in the mercy of thy God:
Thy God's thy Saviour, glorious word;
O hear, believe, and bless the Lord.
Source: Hymnal: according to the use of the Protestant Episcopal Church in the United States of America #375