Jesus, Lord, I'm never weary

Jesus, Lord, I'm never weary Looking on Thy Cross and shame; Gazing there I seem so near Thee, Dear to me each throb of pain. Ever near Thee, Ling'ring here I would remain.

Little cared I for the anguish Of Thy bitter, bitter cry; Left alone, Lord, there to languish, None to share Thy parting sigh. All forsaken! Left alone, O Lord, to die.

Jesus, Saviour, I have found Thee All my utmost need required; In Thyself, Lord, Thou hast found me All Thy loving heart desired. I would praise Thee From my soul by love inspired.

All my sins were laid upon Thee, All my guilt was on Thee laid, And the blood of Thine atonement All my utmost debt has paid. Gracious Saviour, I believe, for Thou hast said.

Thine almighty arms are round me, And my head is on Thy breast, For my weary soul has found Thee Such a perfect, perfect rest. Gracious Saviour, Now I know that I am blest.