482 O Jesus, blest is he

1 O Jesus, blest is he Who Thine abideth: Thy light his steps in peace Securely guideth; On Thee our rock most high His hope endureth: Him of eternal rest, Thy word assureth. 2 His care he casts on Thee, Nor evil feareth: Him on his heavenward way Thy presence cheereth. The world he leaves for Thee; Thou art his treasure; The joys laid up in Thee No thought can measure. 3 What though on earth he mourn, His pain Thou healest; When all is dark and drear, Hope Thou revealest; Thou him in death wilt stay With consolation; Thou soon in bliss to be His contemplation.