WHERE, in this world of pain,
Sorrow and crying,
Where shall the heart attain
Rest from its sighing?
Where shall the soul find joy,
Sweet peace without alloy,
Which naught can e'er destroy
While years are flying?
O'er all the earth are found
Hearts, sad and aching;
Sins, dark and great, abound,
Wretchedness making;
Darkness and mist obscure
Things that are good and pure;
Naught in the world seems sure
E'en friends forsaking.
Come to lone Calvary,
Where, all-forsaken,
God's only Son we see
With love unshaken
Taking the sinner's place,
Dying to meet our case;
He, in His wondrous grace,
Our sin has taken.
Here, behold love divine,
Deep and unbounded,
Now, by an endless line
Measured and sounded
See here Sin's victim smart,
Pierced by Wrath's awful dart;
See in Christ's open heart
Love, love unbounded.
Here, precious blood was spilled
From His side riven;
Here, may the sinner's guilt
All be forgiven.
Come, ye who long for rest,
Come to His loving breast,
Come, and be fully blest
Here and in Heaven.
In Christ are rest and peace—
All for the weary,
Joys that will never cease—
Joys for the dreary,
Light for the darkened mind,
Sight for the soul that's blind;
Blessings of every kind,
Sunshine so cheery.
J. C .J