Hark! the winsome tones of Jesus
Ask for thee:
“In thy weary hours of sadness
Pray to me.
From this wild world’s strife and madness
Hither flee;
In thy times of joy and gladness
Sing to me. “Come when weary, heavy laden,
Come to me;
Easy is my yoke, my burden
Light for thee.
I am meek of heart and lowly,
Learn of me;
Humbly meek and meekly holy
Shalt thou be. “Listen to my voice of cheering,
It is I.
Banish, then, thy doubts and fearing,
I am nigh.
Haste thee, then, to my appearing
From the skies;
See thy full redemption nearing,
Lift thine eyes. “Yet a little while the dawning,
Bright and clear,
Of thy resurrection morning
Shall appear.
If I will that thou shouldst tarry
Till I come,
Lo, I quickly come to carry
Safely home. “From this life’s vain toil and dreaming
Born again;
From this earth’s unreal seeming
Born to reign;
Heavenly radiance round thee streaming,
Upward fly,
In a moment, in the beaming
Of an eye.”
—Sel.