My drooping spirit hears that voice of love:
“Come unto Me, all ye by grief opprest,
Come unto Me, and I will give you rest.”
O Lord, how shall I come? my sinful heart
Is prone to murmur, and Thy truth forget;
Dare I approach Thee, holy as Thou art?
Methinks I hear that gentle whisper yet:
“Come unto Me, all ye by sin opprest,
Come unto Me, and I will give you rest.”
Oh, let me patiently await the day