When along life’s thorny roadJames G. Deck
Faints the soul beneath the load,
By its cares and sins oppressed,
Finds on earth no peace or rest:
When the wily tempter’s near,
Filling us with doubts and fear;
Jesus to Thy feet we flee,
Jesus, we will look to Thee.
Thou, our Saviour, from the throne,
List‘nest to Thy people’ s moan:
Thou, the living Head, dost share
Ev’ry pang Thy members bear:
Full of tenderness Thou art,
Thou wilt heal the broken heart:
Full of power, Thine arm shall quell
All the rage and might of hell.
By Thy tears o’er Lazarus shed,
By Thy power to raise the dead,
By Thy meekness under scorn,
By Thy stripes and crown of thorn,
By that rich and precious blood,
That hath made our peace with God;
Jesus, to Thy feet we flee,
Jesus, we will cling to Thee.
Mighty to redeem and save,
Thou hast overcome the grave,
Thou the bars of death hast riven,
Opened wide the gate of heaven;
Soon in glory Thou shalt come,
Taking Thy poor pilgrims home;
Jesus, then we all shall be,
Ever, ever, Lord, with Thee.
This hymn is from J. C. Ryle’s little book Spiritual Songs, published in 1849, when he was rector of Helmingham, Suffolk. The hymns Ryle selected were not found in the most common hymnbooks of the day.
Suggested tune: Hollingside (“Jesus, lover of my soul”).
Download a .pdf file of the hymnal.