Jesus, my Savior, look on me,For I am weary and oppressed;I come to cast myself on Thee:Thou art my Rest.
Look down on me, for I am weak;I feel the toilsome journey’s length;Thine aid omnipotent I seek:Thou art my Strength.
I am bewildered on my way,Dark and tempestuous is the night;O send Thou forth some cheering ray:Thou art my Light.
I hear the storms around me rise;But when I dread th’impending shock,My spirit to the Refuge flies:Thou art my Rock.
When Satan flings his fiery darts,I look to Thee; my terrors cease;Thy cross a hiding place imparts:Thou art my Peace.
Standing alone on Jordan’s brink,In that tremendous latest strife,Thou will not suffer me to sink:Thou art my Life.
Thou wilt my every want supply,E’en to the end, whate’er befall;Through life, in death, eternally,Thou art my All.