264 Jesus, refuge of the weary,

1 Jesus, refuge of the weary, Object of the spirit's love, Fountain in life's desert dreary, Savior, from the world above: O how oft Thine eyes, offended, Gaze upon the sinner's fall! Yet upon the cross extended, Thou didst bear the pain of all. 2 Do we pass that cross unheeding, Breathing no repentant vow, Though we see Thee wounded, bleeding, See Thy thorn-encircled brow? Yet Thy sinless death hath brought us Life eternal, peace and rest; Only what Thy grace hath taught us Calms the sinner's troubled breast. 3 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 blessed Savior's side, Graven in our hearts for ever, Dwell the cross, the Crucified.