Courage, my sore­ly tempt­ed heart!
Break through thy woes, for­get their smart;
Come forth, and on thy Bride­groom gaze,
The Lamb of God, the fount of grace;
Here is Thy place!

His arms are op­en, thi­ther flee!
There rest and peace are wait­ing thee,
The death­less crown of right­eous­ness,
The en­trance to eter­nal bliss;
He gives thee this!

Then com­bat well, of naught afraid,
For this His fol­low­er thou art made:
Each bat­tle teach­es thee to fight,
Each foe to be a brav­er knight,
Armed with His might.

If storms of fierce temp­ta­tion rise,
Unmoved we’ll face the frown­ing skies;
If but the heart is true in­deed,
Christ will be with us in our need,
His own could bleed.

I flee away to Thy dear cross,
For hope is there for ev­ery loss,
Healing for ev­ery wound and woe,
There all the strength of love I know
And feel its glow.

Before the Ho­ly One I fall,
The eter­nal sac­ri­fice for all;
His death has freed us from our load,
Peace on the ang­uished soul be­stowed,
Brought us to God.

Thy word hath still its glo­ri­ous pow­ers,
The nob­lest chi­val­ry is ours;
O Thou, for whom to die is gain,
I bring Thee here all; oh, deign to
Accept and reign.

How then should I go mourn­ing on?
I look to Thee—my fears are gone,
With Thee is rest that can­not cease,
For Thou has wrought us full re­lease,
And made our peace.