Scripture Verse

When He saw the multitudes, He was moved with compassion on them, because they fainted, and were scattered abroad. Matthew 9:36

Introduction

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Charlotte Elliott
(1789–1871)

Words: Char­lotte El­li­ott, Thoughts in Verse on Sac­red Sub­jects 1869.

Music: Han­ford (Sul­li­van) Ar­thur S. Sul­li­van, 1874 (🔊 pdf nwc).

Alternate Tune:

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Arthur S. Sullivan
(1842–1900)

Lyrics

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.