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Jesus, my Saviour! look on me,
 * For I am weary and opprest;

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;

Oh 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.

Standing alone on Jordan's brink,
 * In that tremendous latest strife,

Thou wilt 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.