1.

O here in the world rest and peace you’ll find never,
So hasten to Jesus; with worldly ties sever.
He’s balm unto broken hearts weary from toil;
He’ll soothe all your wounds and anoint them with oil.

2.

O tell me, what “peace” has the world ever given—
A “peace” that so quickly to anguish has driven?
So many have found that this world with its glitter
Led only to sorrow and grieving so bitter.

3.

O deep in your heart there’s a sighing so quiet—
A yearning and longing, though you may deny it;
For you’ve kept your need and your misery hidden,
Ashamed to seek God when the Spirit has bidden.

4.

In soul and in spirit you’re weak and you’re sickly.
O hear Jesus call, saying, “Come to Me quickly;
Although you’re forlorn, I will never forsake you,
And out of the mire of this world I will take you.”

Written by Edwin Bekkevold (published in 1929)traditional norwegian songText © Stiftelsen Skjulte Skatters ForlagNorway ⋅ A