Job 34:29: Jesu, Thou seest my troubled breast

Jesu, Thou seest my troubled breast;
Weary and faint, for lasting rest,
For Thee alone I pray:
O might I with my Lord receive
Peace which the world can never give,
Can never take away!

Vhile banish'd from Thy blissful sight,
No glimpse of comfort or delight,
No ray of hope I see;
But cause on me Thy face to shine,
And glorious joy, and life Divine,
And heaven returns with Thee.

A NATION God delights to bless
Can all our raging foes distress,
Or hurt whom they surround?
Hid from the general scourge we are,
Nor see the bloody waste of war.
Nor hear the trumpet's sound.

O might we. Lord, the grace improve,
By labouring for the rest of love,
The soul-composing power!
Bless us with Thine internal peace.
And all the fruits of righteousness,
Till time shall be no more.