By A Collection of Hymns

      6-8s.
      1 JESU, in whom the weary find
      Their late, but permanent repose,
      Physician of the sin-sick mind,
      Relieve my wants, assuage my woes;
      And let my soul on thee be cast,
      Till life's fierce tyranny be past.

      2 Loosed from my God, and far removed,
      Long have I wandered to and fro,
      O'er earth in endless circles roved,
      Nor found whereon to rest below:
      Back to my God at last I fly,
      For O, the waters still are high!

      4 Selfish pursuits, and nature's maze,
      The things of earth, for thee I leave;
      Put forth thy hand, thy hand of grace,
      Into the ark of love receive,
      Take this poor fluttering soul to rest,
      And lodge it, Saviour, in thy breast.

      5 Fill with inviolable peace,
      Stablish and keep my settled heart;
      In thee may all my wanderings cease,
      From thee no more may I depart;
      Thy utmost goodness called to prove,
      Loved with an everlasting love!