Classic Poem

1. Fear not, poor, weary one; But struggle
2. Though many are thy cares, And many
bravely yet; Toil on until thy
are thy fears, The loving Christ thy
task is done, Until thy sun is set.
burden shares, And wipes away thy tears.

3. No distant Christ is he,
And one that doth not know;
But watches close and constantly
The path which thou dost go.

4. 'Tis when thy heart is tried,
'Tis in thine hour of grief,
He standeth ever at thy side,
And ever brings relief.