wea-ry rest, The mourning soul in Thee is blest, Help, Je-sus, the afflicted!
2 My sin, O Lord, is now my grief,
Against my will it rages:
Thy grace alone can bring relief,,
While sin its warfare wages,
All that I need is known to Thee,
And now a part myself can see,-
Help, Jesus, the sin-burdened!
3 Good Shepherd, bearest Thou the weak?
Sustain me in my weakness!
Thou great Physician of the sick,
Heal Thou my moral sickness!
A prey to death I helpless fall,-
For health and strength to Thee I call,
Save, Jesus,.or I perish!
4 To those who trust Thee-"Nothing fear!
I am the life!"-Thou criest;
Seeks not my soul, with strong desire,
The life which Thou suppliest?
Through all my sorrows Thou canst lead,
In death provide for every need-
Help, Jesus, the confiding.
5 I would do good, but still I fail,-
Must I thus always waver?
What grief it gives Thou knowest well.
Who shall my soul deliver,
And set the 'slave for ever free
From sin and death to live with Thee?
I thank Thee, God, through Jesus!