1 O Jesus, gracious Savior,
Upon the Father's throne—
Whose wondrous love and favor
Have made our cause Thine own;
Thy people to Thee ever
For grace and help repair,
For Thou, they know, wilt never
Refuse their griefs to share.

2 O Lord, thro’ tribulation
Our pilgrim journey lies,
Thro’ scorn and sore temptation,
And watchful enemies;
Midst never-ceasing dangers
We thro’ the desert roam;
As pilgrims here and strangers,
We seek the rest to come.

3 O Lord, Thou too once hasted
This weary desert thro’,
Once fully tried and tasted
Its bitterness and woe;
And hence Thy heart is tender
In truest sympathy,
Tho’ now the heavens render
All praise to Thee on high.