Peace, Troubled Soul

Verse 1

Peace, troubled soul, whose plaintive moan Hath taught each scene the note of woe; Cease thy complaint, suppress thy groan, And let thy tears forget to flow: Behold, the precious balm is found, To lull thy pain and heal thy wound.

Verse 2

Come, freely come, by sin opprest, On Jesus cast thy weighty load; In Him thy Refuge find, thy rest, Safe in the mercy of thy God: Thy God's thy Saviour, glorious word; O hear, believe, and bless the Lord.