1. Weary and sad I come, Lord, to Thee,
Low at Thy feet I fall;
Oh, wilt Thou hear my penitent plea,
As I upon Thee call?
2. Weary and worn I bring unto Thee
My load of sin and care;
Lord, hast Thou suffered my soul to free,
Wilt Thou my burdens bear?
3. I sink beneath the all-cleansing wave,
Which now by faith I see;
Simply I trust Thy power to save,
Oh, let me rise in Thee.
Rhoda K. Byrum, 1907