Classic Poem

Come unto me, earth's weary ones! "
The Saviour saith to-day;
" Come ye that, heavy-laden, sigh,
Your burdens cast away.
Come to the Rock in Life's hot noon,
And I will give you rest;
Come, weary pilgrim, hither come,
And be forever blest. "

Lord Jesus! now thy voice I hear,
No longer I delay:
From earthly hopes and vain desires,
My spirit turns away.
Thy voice, O Teacher most divine!
With cadences so sweet,
Steals on my ear amid earth's din,
And checks my wandering feet.

From cares which like the mountain waves
Dash oft around my soul,
I turn, Lord of the world! to thee,
Who canst the waves control.
I come to thee: speak thou again;
Bid their wild tumult cease,
Till on my soul, like summer waves,
They, breaking, murmur " Peace! "

Rest, rest in thee! my spirit longs
For calm and sweet repose;
To have my soul a tranquil lake
Whereon faith's lily grows.
I claim thy promise, gracious Lord!
Thy love to weary me, —
Repenting, hoping, loving now,
O Christ! I come to thee.