57*. Come, Weary, Anxious, Laden Soul

8,8,8,6.
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Come, weary, anxious, laden soul,
 
To Jesus come, and be made whole;
 
On Him your heavy burden roll—
 
Come, anxious sinner, come!
Matthew 11:28; Psalm 55:22
2
Behold the cross on which He died;
 
Behold His wounded, bleeding side:
 
Come, in His precious love confide—
 
Come, anxious sinner, come!
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!
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!
5
Oh! if to Jesus you repair,
 
You'll find eternal comfort there,
 
And soon shall heavenly glory share—
 
Come, anxious sinner, come!
“Come unto me, all ye that labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest.” (Matthew 11:28)
“Cast thy burden upon the Lord, and he shall sustain thee: he shall never suffer the righteous to be moved.” (Psalm 55:22)