Classic Poem

Tempest tossed and sore afflicted, sin defiled and care oppressed,
Come to me all ye that labour, come and I will give ye rest.
Fear no more, O doubting hearted, weep no more, O weeping eye!
Lo! the voice of your redeemer, lo the songful morning near.
Here one hour you toil and combat, sin and suffer, bleed and die;
In my father's quiet mansion, soon to lay your burden by.
Bear a moment, heavy laden, weary hand and weeping eye,
Lo, the feet of your deliverer, lo, the hour of freedom here.