Psalms_139-14: I will praise thee; for I am fearfully and wonderfully made: marvellous are thy works; and that my soul knoweth right well.

O word, of words the sweetest

O word, in which there lie

All promise, all fulfilment.

And end of mystery!

Lamenting, or rejoicing

With doubt or terror nigh,

I hear the “Come!” of Jesus, And to His cross I fly.

 

 

 

 

 

 “Come!… oh, come to Me!”

Come!… oh, come to Me!

Weary, heavy – laden,

Come!… oh, come to Me!

 

 

 

 

 

O soul! why shouldst thou wander,

From such a loving Friend!

Cling closer, closer to Him,

Stay with Him to the end:

Alas! I am so helpless,

So very full of sin,

For I am ever wandering,

And coming back again.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Oh, each time draw me nearer,

That soon…