Verse 1
Jesus, in whom the weary find
Their late and permanent repose;
Physician of the sin-sick mind,
Relieve my wants, assuage my woes;
And let my soul on thee be cast,
’Till life’s fierce tyranny be past.
Verse 2
Loosed from my God, and far remov’d,
Long have I wander’d to and fro,
O’er earth in endless circles rov’d,
Nor found whereon to rest below;
Back to my God at last I fly,
For O! The waters still are high.
Verse 3
Selfish pursuits, and nature’s maze,
The things of earth for thee I leave,
Put forth thy hand, thy hand of grace,
Into the ark of love receive;
Take this poor flutt’ring soul to rest,
And lodge it, Saviour, in thy breast.
Verse 4
Fill with inviolable peace,
’Stablish, and keep my ’stablish’d[1] heart;
In thee may all my wand’rings cease,
From thee no more may I depart,
Thy utmost goodness call’d to prove,
Lov’d with an everlasting love.
[1] Wesley changed “stablish’d” to “settled” in 1743.