Lean on My Ample Arm

1. Lean on my ample arm,

O thou depressed!

And I will bid the storm

Cease in thy breast.

Whate’er thy lot may be

On life’s complaining sea,

If thou wilt come to me,

Thou shalt have rest.

If thou wilt come to me,

Thou shalt have rest.

2. Lift up thy tearful eyes,

Sad heart, to me;

I am the sacrifice

Offered for thee.

In me thy pain shall cease,

In me is thy release,

In me thou shalt have peace

Eternally.

In me thou shalt have peace

Eternally.