O eyes that are weary, and hearts that are sore,

Look off unto Jesus; now sorrow no more:

The light of his countenance shineth so bright,

That here, as in heaven, there need be no night.

2 While looking to Jesus, my heart can not fear;

I tremble no more when I see Jesus near;

I know that his presence my safeguard will be,

For, “Why are you troubled?” he saith unto me.

3 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.

4 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.