1 JESU, the Strength of all that faint, When wilt Thou hear my sad complaint? Jesu, the weary wanderer’s Rest, When wilt Thou take me to Thy breast? 2 My spirit mourns, by Thee forgot, And droops my heart, where Thou art not: My soul is all an aching void, And pines, and thirsts, and gasps for God. 3 The pain of absence still I prove, Sick of desire, but not of love: Weary of life, I ever groan, I long to lay the burden down. 4 ’Tis burden all, and pain, and strife: O, give me