And calms the troubled breast;
’Tis manna to the hungry soul,
And to the weary, rest.
3 Dear name, the rock on which I build,
My shield and hiding-place;
My never-failing treasury, fill’d
With boundless stores of grace.
4 Jesu, my Shepherd, Husband, Friend,
My Prophet, Priest and King,
My Lord, my life, my way, my end,—