OH, go to Jesus, weary one,
In Him thou shalt have rest;
Go and ley down thy weary head
Forever on his breast.
Thou now art black and sin defiled,
A guilty rebel found;
Thy heart, which once thou thought’st so pure,
Is traitorous and unsound.
There is no help for thee in man,
Thyself thou canst not save,
Nor couldst thou wash thy sins away,
If thou, thy lifeblood gave.
Thou hast not kept the holy law
Of Him who is thy God;
Thou hast Him hated, scorned, despised,
Who shed for Thee His blood.
Oh, go to Him! He loves thee still,
He wants thee for His child;
In Him whom thou hast crucified,
Thou mayst be reconciled.
Oh, wondrous love! a love unknown!
A love that passes thought!
Tis only there that thou wilt find
The peace thou long hast sought.
Oh, go to Him without delay!
Only believe, and live;
Instead of endless death, He doth
A life eternal give.
Eternal―for, when once ‘tis thine,
It ne’er can pass away,
But goeth on, from step to step,
Unto eternal day.
Then wilt thou never wander more,
Nor condemnation know,
But, led by Jesus’ loving hand,
By living waters do.