1 In Jesus I find rest and peace--
The world is full of sorrow;
His wounds are my abiding-place;
Let the unknown tomorrow
Bring what it may,
There I can stay,
My faith finds all I need today,
I will not trouble borrow.

2 Until I found that crystal spring,
My way was dull and dreary;
I looked for peace in many a thing;
But still my soul grew weary.
Unsatisfied,
All things I tried,
And yet my soul had not espied
The fount of life so near me.

3 My soul was carnal, blind, and bound
By sin, and never sought Thee,
Lord Jesus, though I ever found
All else no comfort brought me,
No peace, no rest
Within my breast;
My troubled soul remained unblest,
Of Thee I ne'er bethought me.

4 In pity, then, Thou cam'st to me,
Thine arms to me extending;
I heard Thy voice: Come unto me
And rest in peace unending.
Immanuel
Loves thee full well,
He saves thy soul from death and hell,
In perils thee defending.

5 O Jesus, I must now confess
The world hath but vexation
And anguish, sorrow, dire distress,
As is Thy declaration.
In Thee is peace
And sweet surcease;
Thy bosom is my resting-place
Where I find consolation.

6 To me the preaching of the cross
Is wisdom everlasting;
Thy death alone redeems my loss;
On Thee my burden casting,
I, in Thy name,
A refuge claim
From sin and death and from all shame--
Blest be Thy name, O Jesus!

7 O Jesus, may I constant be,
Forever with Thee staying!
O may I feel love's mastery,
My ev'ry fear allaying!
The dove at last
Hath found sweet rest
From all her weary, futile quest,
Although she long went straying.