Leaning on Jesus’ bosom!
This is the place of rest
When the trials of earth surround us,
And the heart is sore opprest,
When the soul is sad and weary,
And longing for break of day,
When doubts, and fears, and failings
Forever will flee away.
Leaning on Jesus’ bosom!
This is the place of peace,
Where trouble cannot reach us,
And sorrows all must cease,
Leaning on Jesus’ bosom!
I have no care or fear—
No danger there can threaten,
No evil venture near.
Leaning on Jesus’ bosom!
These are His words to me,
“As one whom his mother comforteth,
So will I comfort thee:”
Though here you may have sorrow,
O conquer all your fears,
In the glory over yonder,
“God will wipe away your tears.”
Leaning on Jesus’ bosom!
Calmly may I be found
When the silent waves of Jordan
Encompass me around;
When the shadows have grown much longer,
And the days are dark and cold,
Then I think of Him in the glory,
Whose face we shall soon behold!
Leaning on Jesus’ bosom!
O, Christian, this your place,
The only place of resting
Amid life’s weary race;
Here there is naught but sorrow,
Sickness and want and care;
But sorrow will fade into gladness
In the glory over there.
Leaning on Jesus’ bosom!
His arm encircles round;
Listening to His gentle whispers,
You will hear no earthborn sound;
You will rest in the light of His beauty,
Like the ransomed glorified,
And the smiles of His love will thrill you
Ere you reach the other side.