"HIM THAT COMETH TO ME I WILL IN NO WISE CAST OUT."
HERE, weary heart, at last thy wanderings cease;
Thy long, sad quest;
Nowhere beside is hope; nowhere is peace;
Nowhere is rest.
Thy long, sad quest;
Nowhere beside is hope; nowhere is peace;
Nowhere is rest.
O slow to come to Him who called and called
With proffers sweet!
While pride withheld thee and thy sin appalled
He did entreat.
With proffers sweet!
While pride withheld thee and thy sin appalled
He did entreat.
What is thy shame, however great thy shame,
When thou dost think
That knowing all He loved thee all the same;
How couldst thou shrink!
When thou dost think
That knowing all He loved thee all the same;
How couldst thou shrink!
How couldst thou fear! as if He could reject
Who came to save!
To give thee spite of guilt and long neglect
What thou didst crave—
Who came to save!
To give thee spite of guilt and long neglect
What thou didst crave—
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