Desponding Soul, O Cease Thy Woe

Desponding soul

O cease thy woe;

Dry up thy tears; to Je­sus go

In faith’s ap­point­ed way;

Let not thy un­be­liev­ing fears

Still hold thee back—thy Sav­ior hears—

From Him no long­er stay.

No works of thine can e’er im­part

A balm to heal thy wound­ed heart

Or so­lid com­fort give;

Turn

then

to Him who free­ly gave

His pre­cious blood thy soul to save;

E’en now He bids thee live.

Helpless and lost

to Je­sus fly!

His pow­er and love are ev­er nigh

To those who seek His face;

Thy deep­est guilt on Him was laid

He bore thy sins

thy ran­som paid;

O

haste to share His grace.