Jesu, thy weary wanderer's rest

1 Jesu, the weary wanderer's rest,
Give me thy easy yoke to bear,
With stedfast patience arm my breast,
With spotless love, and lowly fear.

2 Thankful I take the cup from thee,
Prepared and mingled by thy skill,
Though bitter to the taste it be,
Powerful the wounded soul to heal.

3 Be thou, O Rock of Ages, nigh!
So shall each murmuring thought be gone;
And grief, and fear, and care shall fly
As clouds before the mid-day sun.

4 Speak to my warring passions, "peace:"
Say to my trembling heart, "Be still:"
Thy power my strength and fortress is,
For all things serve thy sovereign will.

5 O death! where is thy sting? where now
Thy boasted victory, O grave?
Who shall contend with God? or who
Can hurt whom God delights to save?

Source: A Pocket Hymn Book: designed as a constant companion for the pious, collected from various authors (9th ed.) #HXXII