Jesus, thou source of calm repose,

All fullness dwells in thee divine;

Our strength, to quell the proudest foes;

Our light, in deepest gloom to shine;

Thou art our fortress, strength, and tower,

Our trust, and portion, evermore.

2 Jesus, our Comforter, thou art

Our rest in toil, our ease in pain;

The balm to heal each broken heart:

In storms our peace, in loss our gain;

Our joy, beneath the wordling’s frown;

In shame, our glory and our crown:

3 In want, our plentiful supply;

In weakness, our almighty power;

In bonds, our perfect liberty;

Our refuge in temptation’s hour;

Our comfort, ’midst all grief and thrall;

Our life in death; our all in all.