Jesus, Refuge of the Weary

Original lyrics by Girolamo Savonarola
Translated by Jane Fran≠ces≠ca Wilde
Year Unknown

Jesus, Refuge of the weary,
Object of the spiritís love,
Fountain in lifeís desert dreary,
Savior from the world above.
O how oft Thine eyes, offended,
Gaze upon the sinnerís fall;
Yet upon the cross extended,
Thou didst bear the pain of all.

Do we pass that cross unheeding,
Breathing no repentant vow,
Though we see Thee wounded, bleeding,
See Thy thorn encircled brow?
Yet Thy sinless death hath brought us
Life eternal, peace, and rest;
Only what Thy grace hath taught us
Calms the sinnerís stormy breast.

Jesus, may our hearts be burning
With more fervent love for Thee;
May our eyes be ever turning
To Thy cross of agony;
Till in glory, parted never
From the blessèd Saviorís side,
Graven in our hearts forever,
Dwell the cross, the Crucified.