Sing a hymn to Je­sus when the heart is faint,
Tell it all to Je­sus, com­fort or com­plaint.
If the work is sor­row, if the way is long,
If thou dread’st the mor­row, tell it Him in song;
Though thy heart be ach­ing for the crown and palm,
Keep thy spir­its wak­ing with a thank­ful psalm.

Jesus, we are low­ly, Thou art ve­ry high;
We are all un­ho­ly, Thou art pu­ri­ty;
We are frail and fleet­ing, Thou art still the same;
All life’s joys are meet­ing in Thy bless­èd name.
Sing a hymn to Je­sus when the heart is faint,
Tell it all to Je­sus, com­fort or comp­laint.

All His words are mu­sic, though they make me weep,
Infinitely ten­der, in­fi­nite­ly deep.
Time can ne­ver ren­der all in Him I see;
Infinitely ten­der, hu­man de­ity.
Sing a hymn to Je­sus when the heart is faint,
Tell it all to Je­sus, com­fort or com­plaint.

Jesus, let me love Thee, in­fi­nite­ly sweet,
What are the poor od­ors I bring to Thy feet?
Yet I tru­ly love Thee; come in­to my heart,
And ere long re­move me to be where Thou art.
Thus I sing to Je­sus when my heart is faint;
So I tell to Je­sus com­fort or com­plaint.