O, the Blessèd Promise

O

the bless­èd pro­mise giv­en

On the hills of Ga­li­lee

To the wea­ry

hea­vy la­den

Still is made to you and me.

Many a heart has thrilled to hear it

Many a tear been wiped away

Many a load of sin been lift­ed

Many a mid­night turned to day.

Many a brok­en

con­trite spirit

Lonely

sor­row­ing and sad

Felt the migh­ty con­so­la­tion

Heard the heav­en­ly tid­ings glad;

And the dy­ing gazed with rap­ture

Trusting in the Sav­ior’s name

On the land of rest and refuge

When the Bur­den Bear­er came.

Every phase of hu­man sor­row

Fills the path we tread to­day;

Harps are hang­ing on the wil­lows

Souls are faint­ing by the way;

But there still is balm in Gi­le­ad

And though here on earth we weep

God with­in the ma­ny man­sions

Giveth His be­lov­èd sleep.

On the cloud the rain­bow glit­ters

Shines the star of faith ab­ove;

God will not for­sake or leave us—

Let us trust His truth and love

And be­yond the shin­ing riv­er

We shall bless His ho­ly name

That to bear our sins and sor­rows

Christ the Bur­den Bear­er came.