Grand Haven Daily Tribune  September 24, 1900




Oh, how sweetly Jesus said it!

“Come,” ye weary and oppressed!

“Come,” ye who are heavy laden,”

“Come, and I will give you rest.”

What kindly invitation!

What a promise, if we go!

What compassion for our trials!

What deliverance from our woe!


Oh! how often have we needed

Such a Saviour!  Such a friend!

One to help us bear our burdens,

And of our trials, make an end.

When the surf is o’er us dashing,

Waves of sorrow at our feet;

When the dark clouds of affliction

Threaten us with sure defeat:—


Then, a voice above the tempest,

Louder than the raging sea,

Calls unto the troubled spirit,

“Come, afflicted soul to me!”

Sweeter than Ǽolian music,

Soft as voices from the sea;

Fall those cheering words of Jesus,

“Come, ye weary ones, to me!”


Lord, we’ll bring to Thee, our burdens,

‘When our souls are sore oppressed;

And, we’ll go to thee, believing

Thou wilt give us rest―sweet rest.

When our feet begin to wander,

From the straight and narrow way;

O, be near, to aid and guide us,

Be our light, our staff and stay.


Come, when in the awful shadow,

Of old age and its decline;

Be Thou near, to give assistance,—

Make our hearts most truly Thine.

Oh! stick closer than a brother!

Come, and all our sorrows share;

In thy arms, O take and shield us,

And defend us, everywhere!


Grand Haven, Mich.

January 6, A. D. 1898.


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