Hymn for the Weak and Weary
From darkened depths I cry to you,
O God of glory bright:
Amid your dazzling, shining host,
Accept my failing light.
“O come, ye weary,” says the Lord,
“Weak and heavy-laden,
O come and rest beneath my yoke,
For all your sins I’ve taken.”
This restful burden of the Lord
I on my shoulders take;
For though I walk a toilsome road,
He’s with me on the way.
The one who offers rest to me
Is he on bended knee,
Who knew the sorrows of this world
In dark Gethsemane.
He knows my pain and walks with me
The road to Calvary;
Yes, I will bear my cross for him,
For he has died for me!