Words of Truth: Volume N2, Savior's Call, The (11:28)
Come thou weary heavy-laden,
Come to Me and rest:
Lay thine aching head and throbbing
On my breast.
I have passed through hours of sorrow,
More than thou can’st know;
I have fought the fight and conquered
Long ago.
Well I know thy weary burden,
And thine aching heart;
Once I bore in love and pity
All sin’s smart.
Oh! if thou but knew’st how tender,
And how full of grace,
Is my heart towards weary wanderers,
Then thy face
Would light up with joy and gladness
Spite of all thy pain,
And thy very woe and sadness
Would be gain,
If it only brought thee to Me,
Who from heaven came down,
Left my Father’s home and sunshine,
And my crown.
For, within my fair creation
Lurked a serpent vile,
Filling men with evil passions,
And with guile;
Leading them to endless ruin
By a gilded road,
Ending in eternal darkness,
Far from God.
So I came from high in glory
By my Father’s side,
And I lived “A Man of Sorrows,”
And I died:
Lived that thou might’st see my glory;
Died to set thee free,
When I bore sin’s awful judgment
On the tree.
And in life and death I suffered,
More than thou can’st know—
Drank the bitter cup of sorrow
And of woe.
But I did it all to win thee,
Win thy heart to God;
Gave my body to be broken;
Shed my blood.
Still the same though high in glory,
Conqueror o’er the grave:
Once in pity humbled; mighty
Now to save.
Come to Me and lay thy burden,
Sin and sorrow down;
I will be rejoiced to make it
All mine own.
And “my peace” shall be thy portion—(John 14:27)
In the Father’s love:
“Peace” I purchased by my sorrow—(Colossians 1:20
Thou shalt have.
Lord, it is enough, I own it;
Why should I decline?
For time and for eternity
I am Thine.
Thine, to serve Thee here in gladness,
Serve Thee soon above;
Learn the sweetness of Thy sadness,
Know Thy love.