When He saw the multitudes, He was moved with compassion on them, because they fainted, and were scattered abroad. Matthew 9:36
Words: Charlotte Elliott, Thoughts in Verse on Sacred Subjects 1869.
Jesus, my Savior, look on me,
For I am weary and oppressed;
I come to cast myself on Thee:
Thou art my rest.
Look down on me, for I am weak;
I feel the toilsome journey’s length;
Thine aid omnipotent I seek:
Thou art my strength.
I am bewildered on my way,
Dark and tempestuous is the night;
O send Thou forth some cheering ray:
Thou art my light.
I hear the storms around me rise;
But when I dread th’impending shock,
My spirit to the refuge flies:
Thou art my rock.
When Satan flings his fiery darts,
I look to Thee; my terrors cease;
Thy cross a hiding place imparts:
Thou art my peace.
Standing alone on Jordan’s brink,
In that tremendous latest strife,
Thou will not suffer me to sink:
Thou art my life.
Thou wilt my every want supply,
E’en to the end, whate’er befall;
Through life, in death, eternally,
Thou art my all.