Jesus, refuge of the weary,
Blest redeemer, whom we love,
Fountain in life's desert dreary,
Savior from the world above:
Often have your eyes, offended,
Gazed upon the sinner's fall;
Yet upon the cross extended,
You have borne the pain of all.
Text: Girolamo Savonarola, 1452-1498; tr. Jane F. Wilde, 1826-1896
Tune: Herrnhut, c.1735
