Looking Unto Jesus

By various maxims, forms, and rules, That pass for wisdom in the schools, I strove my passion to restrain; But all my efforts proved in vain.

But since the Saviour I have known, My rules are all reduced to one, To keep my Lord by faith in view; This strength supplies and motives too.

I see him lead a suff’ring life, Patient amidst reproach and strife; And from his pattern courage take To bear and suffer for his sake.

Upon the cross I see him bleed, And by the sight from guilt am freed; This sight destroys the life of sin, And quickens heav’nly life within.

To look to Jesus as he rose, Confirms my faith, disarms my foes; Satan I shame and overcome, By pointing to my Saviour’s tomb.

Exalted on his glorious throne, I see him make my cause his own; Then all my anxious cares subside, For Jesus lives, and will provide.

I see him look with pity down, And hold in view the conq’ror’s crown. If press’d with griefs and cares before, My soul revives, nor asks for more.

By faith I see the hour at hand, When in his presence I shall stand; Then it will be my endless bliss To see him where and as he is.