1 Come, said Jesus' sacred voice,
Come, and make my paths your choice:
I will guide you to your home!
Weary pilgrim, hither come!
2 Thou, who, houseless, sole, forlorn,
Long hast borne the proud world's scorn,
Long hast roam'd the barren waste;
Weary pilgrim, hither haste!
3 Ye, who, toss'd on beds of pain,
Seek for ease, but seek in vain:
Ye, whose swoll'n and sleepless eyes
Watch to see the morning rise.
4 Ye, by fiercer anguish torn,
Guilt, in strong remorse, who mourn:
Here repose your heavy care:
Conscience wounded who can bear?
5 Sinner, come! for here is found
Balm that flows for ev'ry wound,
Peace that ever shall endure;
Rest eternal, sacred, sure.
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First Line: | Come, said Jesus' sacred voice |
Meter: | P. M. |
Publication Date: | 1828 |
Topic: | Holy Spirit: Vanity and uncertainty of life; Jesus's invitation to the afflicted |