Oh, why do you car­ry your burd­en alone,
That burd­en so hea­vy to bear?
Why un­der its weight do you la­bor and groan,
When Jesus is say­ing, in tenderest tone,
My child, cast on Me every care?

To Him tell your trou­bles, He’ll give you re­lief,
Whenever on Him you de­pend;
This blest Man of sor­rows, ac­quaint­ed with grief,
To cries of His child­ren will nev­er be deaf,
If on­ly in faith they as­cend.

When sick­ness or pain shall dis­tress, He will heal,
Or else give you strength to en­dure;
Our Sav­ior, who suf­fered, will ten­der­ly deal
With His strick­en child­ren, if they will but kneel
And ask this Phy­si­cian to cure.

Then go to Him al­ways, what­ev­er be­fall,
If sick­ness, or sor­row, or care;
If pain should dis­turb you, or sin, tell Him all,
Then down at the cross hum­bly, trust­ing­ly fall,
And leave ev­ery bur­den right there.