Long  hast  borne  the  proud  world's  soom,
Long  hast  roamed  the  barren  waste,
Weary  wanderer,  hither  haste.
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418  FUBLIC  WOtUHIP.
3  Ye,  who  towed  on  beds  of  pain
Seek  for  ease,  but  seek  in  vain ;
Ye,  by  fiercer  an^ish  torn,

In  remom  for  guilt  who  mourn : —

4  Hither  come,  for  here  is  found
Balm  that  flows  for  every  wound  1
Peace  that  ever  shall  endure.
Rest  eternal,  sacred,  sure.
94L4l»  ImoUaiitn  to  the  mercy  9eaL  lit  A  Ifi

1  COME,  ye  disconsolate,  where'er  ve  laoguiflh:
Come  to  the  mercy-seat,  fervently  kneel ;
Here  brin^  your  wounded  hearts,  here  tell  jrour  an-
guish;
Earth  has  no  sorrow  that  heaven  cannot  heaL

8  Joy  of  the  desolate^  light  of  the  straying,
nope  of  the  penitent,  fadeless  and  pure,
Here  speaks  the  Comforter,  tenderly  saying,
Earth  has  no  sorrow  that  heaven  cannot  cure.
3  Here  see  the  bread  of  life ;  see  waters  flowing
Forth  from  the  throne  of  God,  pure  from  above ;
Come  to  the  feast  of  love ;  come,  ever  knowing
Earth  has  no  sorrow  but  heaven  can  remove.
94tS*  Pence  and  rest  through  tkeChtpd.  L.M.61

1  PEACE,  troubled  soul,  whose  plaintive  moan
Hath  taught  each  scene  the  notes  of  wo;
Cease  thy  complaint  suppress  thy  groan,

And  let  thy  tears  rorffet  to  flow :
Behold,  the  precious  bcdm  is  found.
To  lull  thy  pain,  to  heal  thy  wound.
3  Come,  freely  come,  by  sin  oppressed ;

On  Jesus  cast  thV  weighty  load ;
In  him  thy  refuge  nnd,  thy  rest.
Safe  in  the  mercy  of  thy  God :
Thy  God 's  thy  Saviour-^giorious  word !
O  hear,  believe,  and  bless,  the  Lord.
