57*. Come, Weary, Anxious, Laden Soul

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
Behold the cross on which He died;
Behold His wounded, bleeding side:
Come, in His precious love confide—
Come, anxious sinner, come!
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!
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!
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)