1. Come, my soul, and let us try
For a little season,
Every burden to lay by;
Come, and let us reason.
What is this that casts thee down?
Who are they that grieve you?
Speak, and let the worst be known;
Speaking may relieve you.
2. Christ by faith sometimes I see,
Then it doth relieve me;
But my sins return again
Those are they that grieve me;
Troubled like the restless sea,
Feeble, faint, and fearful:
Plunged in sins, a sore disease,
How can I be cheerful?
3. Think on what your Savior bore
In the gloomy garden,
Sweating blood from every pore,
To procure thy pardon;
See him stretched upon the wood,
Bleeding, groaning, crying!
Suffering all the wrath of God,
Groaning, gasping, dying!
Source: Songs of Zion: being a small collection of tunes, principally original; with appropriate lines, adapted to divine worship #47