Classic Poem

Weary, worn, and sorrow-laden,
Jesus, I have come to Thee;
Shield me from the darts of Satan;
Set my fettered spirit free.

Hearken to my plea for guidance,
As I kneel before Thy throne;
Cheer me with Thy Holy Presence,
When I feel I'm all alone.

Struggling with the cares that press me,
Falling, when I fain would stand,
Thou alone, canst guide and keep me,
Take, oh take my trembling hand!

Pity Thou my many failings;
Strengthen Thou my falt'ring trust;
Keep me, 'mid the wind's loud wailing,
Thou, the Pitiful and Just!