Go to Thy Savior

Go to thy Sav­ior

O sad and op­pressed

Pillow thy head on His kind

lov­ing breast;

Never a tri­al but Je­sus can feel

Never a sor­row His love will not heal.

He was af­flict­ed and trou­bled as thou;

Go to thy Sav­ior

He call­eth thee now;

Go with thy bur­den

what­ev­er it be;

Jesus will ten­der­ly share it with thee.

Hast thou temp­ta­tions? He know­eth them all

Seeth thy tears

like the rain­drops that fall;

Hast thou been watch­ing while oth­ers have slept?

Over thy spir­it a watch He has kept.

Art thou dis­cour­aged thy la­bor to see

Yielding no fruit of re­joic­ing for thee?

Weary of sow­ing thy seed on the plain

Waiting the har­vest and reap­ing in vain.

Leave to the Sav­ior the work thou hast wrought

Think not thy seed has been scat­tered for naught;

Jesus has guard­ed each blade as it grew

He has re­freshed it with sun­light and dew.