Lone the path thy feet have wan­dered,
Hard the load thy soul doth bear.
Friends for­sake thee; foes sur­round thee;
Naught seems left but dark des­pair.

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Wait no long­er, doubt­ing, fear­ing,
Hark! the Sav­ior call­eth thee,
Weary, sin-sick, hea­vy laden,
Helpless, hope­less, come to Me.

All the way His love hath sought thee
O’er the mount­ains, rough and steep;
Let His love to­day o’er­take thee;
Let the Shep­herd find His sheep.

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In His arms He’ll gent­ly bear thee
To the fold of love and peace;
Day by day His grace re­veal­ing,
Give thee joy that ne’er shall cease.

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