7,8,7,8

I

Burdened with a heavy load,

Lord, we come, for Thou art calling;

Rough and toilsome is the road,

And the night around is falling.

II

Sin, the burden that we bear,

Fills us with a dread to meet Thee;

Yet, we yield not to despair,

But for mercy would entreat Thee.

III

From the cross a glorious light

Falls upon our path to cheer us;

And a hope on pinions bright

Hovers, in the darkness, near us.

IV

For the sake of Him Who bore

All the sin, we come lamenting,

Let Thy pardon now restore

Sinners, at Thy feet, repenting.