Grand Haven Daily Tribune September 24, 1900
BY DAVID FLETCHER HUNTON.
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.
Microfilm Scan: “Come”