Sunday, November 19, 2006

Hymn for a Sunday

Come, ye weary, heavy laden,
Lost and ruined by the fall;
If you tarry till you’re better,
You will never come at all.

Let not conscience make you linger,
Not of fitness fondly dream;
All the fitness He requireth
Is to feel your need of Him.

I will arise and go to Jesus,
He will embrace me in His arms;
In the arms of my dear Savior,
O there are ten thousand charms.

You can listen to the haunting melody of
"Come, Ye Sinners, Poor and Needy" at Cyberhymnal.

1 comment:

Sissy B. said...

Just stopping by to say hello! It seems like forever since I have been here!!! Hope that this holiday week finds you and your family joyful!!!