Jesus, Precious Savior

When dark­en­ing clouds ob­scure our sky

And friends are few

and trou­ble nigh

On one alone we may re­ly

Jesus! pre­cious Sav­ior!

Friends

bask­ing in the sum­mer ray

Of bright­er hours

have passed away;

But one is left in sor­row’s day

Jesus! pre­cious Sav­ior!

When hopes

like au­tumn leaves

are dead

And ev­ery joy of earth is fled

Sweet pil­low—rest for heart and head

Jesus! pre­cious Sav­ior!

Jesus hath died thine heart to win

His pre­cious blood atones for sin

His lov­ing arms would take thee in:

Jesus! pre­cious Sav­ior!

Oh

let Him fold thee to His breast

There find a true

a per­fect rest

And thou shalt be for­ev­er blest

By Je­sus! pre­cious Sav­ior!