1 Friend of the weary, O refresh us,
And turn to us Thy loving face,
With Thy sweet peace and pardon bless us,
That sin may be destroyed by grace;
O come, Thy sweet compassion showing,
On our poor souls Thy grace bestowing.

2 From Thee our only comfort cometh,
Our strength and hope, O Lord of all;
To Thee all power still belongeth
To save and help us in each fall;
Thy grace and pardon will deliver,
And set us free from shame forever.

3 As Thou did'st help the sick and weary,
Who once were gathered at Thy side,
'Mid earthly deserts, waste and dreary,
In Thy sure aid we still confide;
When evils come, our souls assailing,
Send us Thy Word of grace unfailing.

Amen.