Saviour, I’m weak and weary

Saviour, I’m weak and weary!
Heavy has been my load,
Toilsome and long the journey
Over life’s rugged road;
Often have foes assailed me,
Often have storms distressed;
Fain I would lay my burden
Down at Thy feet and rest!
Fain I would lay my burden
Down at Thy feet and rest!

Saviour, I’m weak and weary!
Sore has the conflict been,
Striving against temptation,
Lab’ring a crown to win;
Sowing with earnest longing,
Weeping no fruits to see;
Thirsty and faint and helpless,
Saviour I come to Thee!
Thirsty and faint and helpless,
Saviour, I come to Thee!

Saviour, I’m weak and weary!
No other friend can know
All of my heart’s deep anguish,
No other feel as Thou;
Once Thou didst suffer sorrows
Keener than all my grief;
Only Thy warm compassion
Now can afford relief;
Only Thy warm compassion
Now can afford relief.

Saviour, I’m weak and weary!
Hold me upon Thy breast,
E’en as a loving mother
Soothing her child to rest;
Safe in Thy arms reposing,
Saviour, O let me stay
Until this night of sorrow
Ends in a blissful day!
Until this night of sorrow
Ends in a blissful day!                                                  
     T. O. Chisholm