Go to thy Sav­ior, O sad and oppressed,
Pillow thy head on His kind, loving breast;
Never a trial but Je­sus can feel,
Never a sorrow His love will not heal.

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He was afflicted and troubled as thou;
Go to thy Sav­ior, He calleth thee now;
Go with thy bur­den, whatever it be;
Jesus will tenderly share it with thee.

Hast thou temptations? He knoweth them all,
Seeth thy tears, like the raindrops that fall;
Hast thou been watching while others have slept?
Over thy spirit a watch He has kept.

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Art thou discouraged thy labor to see
Yielding no fruit of rejoicing for thee?
Weary of sowing thy seed on the plain,
Waiting the harvest and reaping in vain.

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Leave to the Sav­ior the work thou hast wrought,
Think not thy seed has been scattered for naught;
Jesus has guarded each blade as it grew,
He has refreshed it with sunlight and dew.

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