Jesus, my Savior, look on me,

For I am weary and opprest;

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.

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 wilt 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.

Amen.