Classic Poem

Come , heavy souls, oppressed that are
With doubts, and fears, and carking care.
Lay all your burthens down, and see
Where's One that carried once a tree
Upon His back, and, which is more,
A heavier weight, your sins, He bore.
Think then how easily He can
Your sorrows bear that's God and Man;
Think too how willing He's to take
Your care on Him, Who for your sake
Sweat bloody drops, prayed, fasted, cried,
Was bound, scourged, mocked and crucified
He that so much for you did do,
Will do yet more, and care for you.