161. Jesus, Refuge of the weary

1 Jesus, Refuge of the weary,
Object of the spirit's love,
Fountain in life's desert dreary,
Saviour from the world above:
O how oft Thine eyes, offended,
Gazed upon the sinner's fall!
Yet upon the Cross extended,
Thou didst bear the pain of all.

2 Do we pass that Cross unheeding,
Breathing no repentant vow,
Though we see Thee wounded, bleeding,
See Thy thorn-encircled brow?
Yet Thy sinless death has brought us
Life eternal, peace and rest;
Only what Thy grace has taught us
Calms the sinner's stormy breast.

3 Jesus, may our hearts be burning
With more fervent love for Thee;
May our eyes be ever turning
To Thy Cross of agony;
Till in glory, parted never
From the blessed Saviour's side,
Graven in our hearts for ever,
Dwell the Cross, the Crucified.

Text Information
First Line: Jesus, Refuge of the weary
Author: Jerome Savonarola, d. 1498
Translator: Unknown
Meter: 8, 7.
Language: English
Publication Date: 1890
Topic: The Passion; Sundays in Lent; Lent, Second Sunday
Tune Information
Name: O DU LIEBE MEINER LIEBE
Meter: 8, 7.
Key: g minor
Notes: Source from index: "Darmstadt Gb." 1698



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