Verse 1
Again, my soul, to Jesus turn!
The Comforter of all that mourn,
My sorrowful request
Compassionately kind he hears,
And promises to dry my tears,
And give the weary rest.

Verse 2
He bids me cast my care on Him,
The Lord Almighty to redeem,
The helpless to defend,
To bring the blind by ways unknown,
And trusting in his word alone,
I calmly wait the end.

Verse 3
My Son committed to his hands
Who earth, and heaven, and hell commands,
The Object of my love,
The object of his own, I leave,
Assur’d I shall again receive,
And see his face above.

Verse 4
We both shall see our Saviour’s face,
On which the saints and angels gaze
With rapturous delight,
We both his praises shall repeat,
Or speechless fall before his feet,
At that transporting Sight!

Verse 5
In view of such transcendant bliss,
I now my anxious grief dismiss,
My ravish’d son forego,
No more indulge my fond complaints,
No more my burthen’d Spirit faints
Beneath its hallow’d woe.

Verse 6
I count not fit to be compar’d
To that exceeding great Reward
My light calamity,
My momentary loss and pain
Thro’ which a glorious crown I gain
And God for ever SEE!