Come to Me (Kenning)

Lone the path thy feet have wan­dered

Hard the load thy soul doth bear.

Friends for­sake thee; foes sur­round thee;

Naught seems left but dark des­pair.

Wait no long­er

doubt­ing

fear­ing

Hark! the Sav­ior call­eth thee

Weary

sin-sick

hea­vy laden

Helpless

hope­less

come to Me.

All the way His love hath sought thee

O’er the mount­ains

rough and steep;

Let His love to­day o’er­take thee;

Let the Shep­herd find His sheep.

In His arms He’ll gent­ly bear thee

To the fold of love and peace;

Day by day His grace re­veal­ing

Give thee joy that ne’er shall cease.