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Jesus, my Savior, look on me,
for I am weary and oppressed;
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;
O send thou forth some cheering ray:
thou art my Light.
When Satan flings his fiery darts
I look to thee; my terrors cease;
thy cross a hiding-place imparts;
thou art my Peace.
Standing alone on Jordan's brink,
in that tremendous latest strife,
thou will 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.