Have you pain, or care, or sor­row?
Go to Je­sus;
Are you doubt­ful of the mor­row?
Go to Je­sus;
While be­fore His face you bend,
Tell Him as you would a friend,
All your tri­als to the end,
Blessèd Je­sus.

Are you tired of earth­ly plea­sures?
Go to Je­sus;
Do you long for heav’n­ly trea­sures?
Go to Je­sus;
He will cleanse your heart of sin,
He will make you pure with­in,
Helping you the crown to win,
Blessèd Je­sus.

Have you lost a lov­ing mother?
Go to Je­sus;
Have you nei­ther friend or bro­ther?
Go to Je­sus;
He will sweet­ly bid you rest,
On His kind and gen­tle breast,
He who do­eth all things best;
Blessèd Je­sus.