1 Oh, the blessed promise, given
On the hills of Galilee
To the weary, heavy laden,
Still is made to you and me.
Many a heart has thrilled to hear it,
Many a tear been wiped away,
Many a load of sin been lifted,
Many a midnight turned to day.
2 Many a broken, contrite spirit,
Lonely, sorrowing and sad
Felt the mighty consolation,
Heard the heav’nly tidings glad;
And the dying gazed with rapture,
Trusting in the Saviour’s name,
On the land of rest and refuge,
When the Burden-Bearer came.
3 Every phase of human sorrow
Fills the path we tread to day;
Harps are hanging on the willows,
Souls are fainting by the way;
But there still is balm in Gilead,
And though here on earth we weep,
God within the many mansions,
Giveth His beloved sleep.
4 On the cloud the rainbow glitters,
Shines the star of faith above,
God will not forsake or leave us—
Let us trust His truth and love,
And beyond the shining river,
We shall bless His holy name;
That to bear our sins and sorrows,
Christ, the Burden-Bearer, came.