Jesus, refuge of the weary,
Object of the Spirit's love,
Fountain in life's desert dreary,
Saviour from the world above
O how oft thine eyes, offended,
Gazed upon the sinner's fall;
Yet, upon the Cross extended,
Thou didst bear the pain of all.

Do we pass that Cross unheeding,
Breathing no repentant vow,
Though we see you wounded, bleeding,
See thy thorn encircled brow?
Yet, your sinless death has brought us
Life eternal, peace, and rest;
Only what your grace has taught us
Calms the sinner's deep distress.

Jesus, may our hearts be burning
With more fervent love for thee
May our eyes be ever turning
To thy Cross of agony;
Till in glory, parted never
From the blessèd Saviour's side,
Graven in our hearts forever,
Dwell the Cross, the Crucified.