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.

Refrain

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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