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8. Come, Weary, Anxious, Laden Soul | 8.8.8.6. |
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| 1 | Come, weary, anxious, laden soul, |
| To Jesus come, and be made whole; |
| On Him your heavy burden roll— |
| Come, anxious sinner, come! |
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| 2 | Behold the cross on which He died; |
| Behold His wounded, bleeding side: |
| Come, in His precious love confide— |
| Come, anxious sinner, come! |
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| 3 | True joy the world can ne'er afford, |
| 'Tis found alone in Christ the Lord, |
| In Him for wretched sinners stored— |
| Come, anxious sinner, come! |
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| 4 | God loves to hear the contrite cry, |
| He loves to see the tearful eye, |
| To read the spirit's deep-felt sigh— |
| Come, anxious sinner, come! |
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| 5 | Oh, if to Jesus you repair, |
| You'll find eternal comfort there, |
| And soon shall heavenly glory share— |
| Come, anxious sinner, come! |
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