When the weary, seeking rest,

To Thy goodness flee;

When the heavy-laden cast

All their load on Thee;

When the troubled, seeking peace,

On Thy name shall call;

When the sinner, seeking life,

At Thy feet shall fall:

When the worldling, sick at heart,

Lifts his soul above;

When the prodigal looks back

To his Father’s love;

When the proud man from his pride

Stoops to seek Thy face

When the burdened brings his guilt

To Thy throne of grace:

When the stranger asks a home,

All his toils to end;

When the hungry craveth food,

And the poor a friend;

When the sailor on the wave

Bows the fervent knee;

When the soldier on the field

Lifts his heart to Thee:

When the man of toil and care,

In the city crowd,

When the shepherd on the moor,

Names the name of God;

When the learned and the high,

Tired of earthly fame,

Upon higher joys intent,

Name the blessed name:

When the child, with grave fresh lip,

Youth, or maiden fair,

When the aged, weak and grey,

Seek Thy in prayer;

When the widow weeps to Thee,

Sad, and lone, and low;

When the orphan brings to Thee

All his orphan woe:

When creation, in her pangs,

Heaves her heavy groan;

When Thy Salem’s exiled sons,

Breathe their bitter moan;

When Thy widowed, weeping church,

Looking for a home,

Sendeth up her silent sigh,

Come, Lord Jesus, come!