Come, says Jesus' sacred voice, Come, and make My paths your choice; I will guide you to your home; Weary pilgrim, hither come! Thou who, houseless, sole, forlorn, Long hast borne the proud world's scorn, Long hast roamed this barren waste, Weary pilgrim, hither haste! Ye who, tossed on beds of pain, Seek for ease, but seek in vain; Ye whose swollen and sleepless eyes Long to see the morning rise; Ye, by fiercer anguish torn, In strong remorse for guilt who mourn, Here repose your heavy care: A wounded spirit who can bear? Sinner, come! for here is found Balm that flows for every wound, Peace that ever shall endure, Rest, eternal, sacred, sure. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WHAT DOES A WOMAN WANT? by KAREN SWENSON THE ROCK OF CASHEL by AUBREY DE VERE HURRAHING IN HARVEST by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS LOST AT SEA by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH THE VIELD PATH by WILLIAM BARNES DRAB BONNETS by BERNARD BARTON COLORED HEROES, HARK THE BUGLE; POLITICAL by ROBERT CHARLES O'HARA BENJAMIN |