[2] It is often sung to the tune of Saint Peter by Alexander Reinagle and less frequently to Ortonville by Thomas Hastings.
2 It makes the wounded spirit whole and calms the troubled breast; 'tis manna to the hungry soul, and to the weary, rest.
the Rock on which I build; my shield and hiding-place; My never-failing treasury, fill'd with boundless stores of grace, 4 By Thee my prayers acceptance gain, although with sin defil'd; Satan accuses me in vain, and I am own'd a child.
5 Jesus, my Shepherd, Husband, Friend, my Prophet, Priest, and King, my Lord, my Life, my Way, my End, accept the praise I bring.
6 Weak is the effort of my heart, and cold my warmest thought; but when I see Thee as Thou art, I'll praise Thee as I ought, 7 Till then I would Thy love proclaim with every fleeting breath; and may the music of Thy name refresh my soul in death.