As Oft, with Worn and Weary Feet

As oft

with worn and wea­ry feet

We tread earth’s rug­ged val­ley o’er

The thought

how com­fort­ing and sweet:

Christ trod this ve­ry path be­fore!

Our wants and weak­ness­es He knows

From life’s first dawn­ing to its close.

Does sick­ness

fee­ble­ness or pain

Or sor­row in our path ap­pear?

The re­col­lect­ion will re­main

More deep­ly did He su­ffer here:

His life

how tru­ly sad and brief

Filled up with suf­fer­ing and with grief.

If Sa­tan tempt our hearts to stray

And whis­per ev­il things with­in

So did he

in the de­sert way

Assail our Lord with thoughts of sin

When worn and in a fee­ble hour

The tempt­er came with all his pow­er.

Just such as I

this earth He trod

With ev­ery human ill but sin;

And though in­deed the ve­ry God

As I am now so He has been.

My God

my Sav­ior

look on me

With pi­ty

love and sym­pa­thy.