1 Light and comfort of my soul,
When the billows o’er me roll:
Thou dost bid me in Thy word,
cast my burden on the Lord,
Jesus, Savior once betrayed,
sacrifice for sinners made;
Wretched, lost, to Thee I fly,
Save, O save me, or I die.

2 Lord, my soul in tears would mourn,
All the anguish Thou hast borne;
In the garden I would be,
Lonely watcher still with Thee.
Thou hast suffered, Thou hast bled,
Thorns have pierced Thy sacred head;
Jesus, while I cling to Thee,
Let Thy sorrow plead for me.

3 Mocked and scourged – condemned to die,
On the cross extended high,
Tenant of the lonely tomb,
Mighty conqu’ror o’er it’s gloom;
Raised victorious God of love,
To Thy Father’s home above,
Grant my soul a place, at last,
Where the storms of life are past.