I Come to Thee (Newman)

Just as a lit­tle tired child

Seeks rest up­on its mo­ther’s knee

Worn out with care and striv­ing oft

Dear Lord

I come to Thee:

Worn out with care and striv­ing oft

Dear Lord

I come to Thee.

From all my world­ly cares

my sins

How tempt­ed am I oft to flee;

So with the griev­ous

hea­vy load

Dear Lord

I come to Thee:

So with the griev­ous

hea­vy load

Dear Lord

I come to Thee.

For if Thou dost not take away

The sting

the pain

the mi­se­ry

Thou yet will help me bear them all

Dear Lord

I come to Thee:

Thou yet will help me bear them all

Dear Lord

I come to Thee.

If best for me—Thou know­est best—

I know that Thou wilt hear my plea

Wilt bear my bur­dens

give me rest

Dear Lord

I come to Thee:

Wilt bear my bur­dens

give me rest

Dear Lord

I come to Thee.