418 In Jesus I find rest and peace

1 In Jesus I find rest and peace - The world is full of sorrow; His wounds are my abiding-place; Let the unknown tomorrow Bring what it may, There I can stay, My faith finds all I need today, I will not trouble borrow. 2 Until I found that crystal spring, My way was dull and dreary; I looked for peace in many a thing: But still my soul grew weary. Unsatisfied, All things I tried And yet my soul had not espied The fount of life so near me. 3 My soul was carnal, blind, and bound By sin, and never sought Thee, Lord Jesus, though I ever found All else no comfort brought me, No peace, no rest Within my breast; My troubled soul remained unblest, Of Thee I ne'er bethought me. 4 In pity, then, Thou cam'st to me, Thine arms to me extending; I heard Thy voice: Come unto me And rest in peace unending. Immanuel Loves thee full well, He saves thy soul from death and hell, In perils thee defending. 5 O Jesus, I must now confess The world hath but vexation And anguish, sorrow, dire distress, As is Thy declaration. In Thee is peace And sweet surcease; Thy bosom is my resting-place Where I find consolation. 6 To me the preaching of the cross Is wisdom everlasting; Thy death alone redeems my loss; On Thee my burden casting, I, in Thy name, A refuge claim From sin and death and from all shame - Blest be Thy name, O Jesus! 7 O Jesus, may I constant be, Forever with Thee staying! O may I feel love's mastery, My every fear allaying! The dove at last Hath found sweet rest From all her weary, futile quest, Although she long went straying.