O Heavy Burdened, Weary One

O heavy bur­dened

wea­ry one

Weighed down by sin and shame

Come with your tired

down­trod­den soul

Helpless

or blind and lame;

No mat­ter what op­press­es

Come

doubt­er

taste and see

That God alone pos­sess­es

Power to set you free.

For con­dem­na­tion does not wait

But His for­giv­eness sweet

If on­ly we con­fess the past

And lay it at His feet.

He lifts the hea­vy mill­stone

Fetters of ma­ny years

And in the ocean casts them

So sink­ing all our fears.

There is a rest for hum­ble souls

In ev­er­last­ing arms

A re­fuge from the tears and pain

And all the world’s alarms.

For God Hims­elf has spok­en:

If you would be made whole

Christ of­fers to the brok­en

Balm for the sin-sick soul.