Stones Before The Ocean | A Worship Poetry Anthology by Various - Edited by Daniel Paul Gilbert - HTML preview

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Come Unto Me - George MacDonald

 

Come unto Me, the Master says:--

But how? I am not good;

 

No thankful song my heart will raise,

Nor even wish it could.

 

I am not sorry for the past,

Nor able not to sin;

 

The weary strife would ever last

If once I should begin!

 

Hast thou no burden then to bear?

No action to repent?

 

Is all around so very fair?

Is thy heart quite content?

 

Hast thou no sickness in thy soul?

No labour to endure?

 

Then go in peace, for thou art whole;

Thou needest not his cure.

 

Ah, mock me not! I often sigh;

I have a nameless grief,

 

A faint sad pain—but such that I

Can look for no relief.

 

Come, come to him who made thy heart:

Come weary and oppressed;

 

To come to Jesus is thy part,

His part to give thee rest.

 

New grief, new hope he will bestow,

Thy grief and pain to quell;

 

Into thy heart himself will go,

And that will make thee well.