Classic Poem

Thou whose heart with pain is broken,
Long with grief and woe oppressed,
Hear what God, the Lord, hath spoken,
Weary wanderer after rest.
Come to Me, thy sins forsaking,
God's great mercy gladly taking:
With the world and folly part.
Give Me, give Me now, thy heart.

Come to Me, the meek and lowly;
Come, My easy burden bear;
Be thou one among the holy;
Cast away thy dull despair;
I will make thy burdens lighter;
I will make thy pleasures brighter;
Restless as the troubled sea,
Come, forsaking all for Me.

Who that ever sought My favor,
Though My grace was long abused,
Who that yielded to the Saviour,
Asked My love and was refused?
At the throne of mercy bending,
On the arm of God depending,
Come to Me, from labor cease;
And in Me thou shalt have peace.