O eyes that are wea­ry, and hearts that are sore,
Look on­ly to Je­sus, now sor­row no more!
The light of His coun­te­nance shin­eth so bright,
That here, as in Heav­en, there need be no night.

While look­ing to Je­sus, my heart can­not fear;
I trem­ble no more when I see Je­sus near;
I know that His pre­sence my safe­guard will be,
For Why are ye trou­bled? He saith unto me.

Still look­ing to Je­sus, O may I be found,
When Jordan’s dark waters en­compass me round;
They bear me away in His pre­sence to be;
I see Him still near­er whom al­ways I see.

Then, then shall I know the full beau­ty and grace
Of Je­sus, my Lord, when I stand face to face;
Shall know how His love went be­fore me each day,
And won­der that ever my eyes turned away.