1 O Jesus, blest is he
Who Thine abideth:
Thy light his steps in peace
Securely guideth;
On Thee our rock most high
His hope endureth:
Him of eternal rest,
Him of eternal rest,
Thy word assureth.

2 His care he casts on Thee,
Nor evil feareth:
Him on his heavenward way
Thy presence cheereth.
The world he leave for Thee;
Thou art his treasure;
The joys laid up in Thee,
The joys laid up in Thee,
No thought can measure.

3 What though on earth he mourn,
His pain Thou healest;
When all is dark and drear,
Hope Thou revealest;
Thou him in death wilt stay
With consolation;
Thou soon in bliss to be,
Thou soon in bliss to be,
His contemplation.