BROKEN-HEARTED, weep no more!
Hear what comfort, He hath spoken,
Smoking flax, who ne'er hath quenched,
Bruiséd reed, who ne'er hath broken,--
"Ye who wander here, below,
"Heavy laden, as you go,
"Come, with grief, with sin, oppressed,
"Come to me, and be at rest."
Lamb of Jesu's blood-bought flock,
Brought again, from sin and straying,
Hear the Shepherd's gentle voice,--
'Tis a true and faithful saying;--
"Greater love, bow can there be,
"Than to yield up life, for thee
"Bought with pang, and tear, and sigh,
"Turn and live! why will ye die?"
Broken-hearted, weep no more!
Far, from consolation, flying:
He, who calls, hath felt thy wound,
Seen thy weeping, heard thy sighing;
"Bring thy broken heart, to me,
"Welcome offering, it shall be,
"Streaming tears, and bursting sighs;
"Mine accepted sacrifice!