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 roamed the barren waste,
Weary pilgrim, hither haste.
3 Ye who, tossed on beds of pain,
Seek for ease, but seek in vain;
Ye, by fiercer anguish torn,
In remorse for guilt who mourn.
4 Hither come, for here is found
Balm that flows for every wound,
Peace that ever shall endure,
Rest eternal, sacred, sure.
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First Line: | Come, said Jesus' sacred voice |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1895 |