1. Lean on my ample arm, Oh, thou depressed! And I will bid the storm Cease in thy breast. Whate’er thy lot may be,— On life’s complaining sea, If thou wilt come to me, Thou shalt have rest. If thou wilt come to me, Thou shalt have rest.
2. Lift up thy tearful eyes, Sad heart, to me; I am the sacrifice Offered for thee. In me thy pain shall cease, In me is thy release, In me thou shalt have peace Eternally. In me thou shalt have peace Eternally.