7.6.7.6.D. sung to Day of Rest 1 O JESUS, Friend unfailing, How dear art Thou to me! Are cares or fears assailing? I find my strength in Thee! Why should my feet grow weary Of this my pilgrim way? Rough though the path and dreary, It ends in perfect day! 2 Nought, nought I count as pleasure, Compared, O Christ, with Thee! Thy sorrow, without measure, Earned peace and joy for me. I love to own, Lord Jesus, Thy claims o'er me divine, Bought with Thy blood most precious, Whose can I be but Thine! 3 What fills my heart with gladness? 'Tis Thine abounding grace! Where can I look in sadness, But, Jesus, on Thy face? My all is Thy providing --- Thy love can ne'er grow cold; In Thee, my Refuge, hiding --- No good wilt Thou withhold. 4 Why should I droop in sorrow? Thou'rt ever by my side! Why, trembling, dread the morrow? What ill can e'er betide? If I my cross have taken, 'Tis but to follow Thee; If scorned, despised, forsaken, Nought severs Thee from me. 5 O worldly pomp and glory, Your charms are spread in vain! I've heard a sweeter story! I've found a truer gain! Where Christ a place prepareth, There is my loved abode; There shall I gaze on Jesus: There shall I dwell with God. 6 For every tribulation, For every sore distress, In Christ I've full salvation, Sure help and quiet rest. No fear of foes prevailing, I triumph, Lord, in Thee! O Jesus, Friend unfailing, How dear art Thou to me! | Alternative tunes (7.6.7.6.D.) |