57*. Come, Weary, Anxious, Laden Soul
8,8,8,6.
Come, weary, anxious, laden soul,
To Jesus come, and be made whole;
On Him your heavy burden roll —
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)
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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!
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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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