O ever homeless Stranger!
Thou dearest Friend to me!
An outcast in a manger,
That with us Thou mightest be!

O Love, that bore our burden
On the accursed tree!
O Heart, that granted pardon,
And set the sinner free!

O day of mighty sorrow!
Day of unfathomed grief!
When Thou didst taste the horror
Of wrath, without relief!
When, deep to deep still calling,
The waters reached Thy soul,
And death and wrath, appalling,
Their waves did over Thee roll!

O Lord, Thy wondrous story
My inmost soul doth move!
I ponder over Thy glory,
Thy lonely path of love!

Come, long-expected Saviour!
Thou Man of Sorrows, come!
Almighty, blest Deliverer,
Come, take us to Thee-home!

The throne of grace surrounding
In Jesus’ peerless Name,
Supply for need abounding
With confidence we claim!

We seek Thy Spirit’s leading,
To ask what suits Thy will,
While He, within us pleading,
Our hearts with thanks doth fill!

Thy love, for us availing,
Our hearts shall peaceful be:
O what sweet rest, unfailing,
To cast each care on Thee!

For Thou, O Father, knoweth
All things Thy children need,
And from our hearts outfloweth
Our praises, while we plead!

Why restless, why so weary?
My soul, why so cast down?
Is all around thee dreary,
Or hath the cross no crown?

Where is the Lord that found thee,
Who once could make thee glad?
His arms are still around thee,
Then wherefore art thou sad?

O trust the Lord that bought thee-
O trust the sinners’ Friend;
The wondrous love that sought thee
Will keep thee to the end:

Will give a glorious morrow
To this thy night of pain;
And make thy dews of sorrow
Like shining after rain.

Rest for the little sleeper!
Joy for the ransomed soul!
Peace for the lonely weeper,
Dark though the waters roll!

Weep for the little sleeper-
Weep, it will ease thy heart,
Though the dull pain be deeper
Than with the world to part.

Lamb by the Shepherd taken,
Folded upon His breast,
Hushed in His arms-to waken
In joy to endless rest!

Joy for the little sleeper-
Gentle and timid lamb,
Safe with the tender Keeper!
Could there be sweeter balm?

Do not then droop in sadness,
Dark though the night may be:
There’s a bright morn of gladness,
Mourner, reserved for thee!

Grieve not with hopeless sorrow,
Jesus has felt they pain:
Soon shall He come-glad morrow!-
Bringing they lamb again!