Classic Poem

Is thy journey, aged pilgrim,
Great, too great for thee?
Pleads a tenderer voice than angels,
" Come to Me.

" Traveller of many summers,
Of the silvery hair,
Wrinkled brow, and eye betraying
Years of care.

" Come to Me; I know thy burdens,
Failing strength and heart;
Trust thyself to One who loves thee
As thou art.

" I have trodden life's rough pathway;
I its toil have known;
Trodden it with bleeding footstep,
Faint, alone.

" Long thy staff thy only comrade
Day and night hath been;
Now thy strength to grasp it falls thee,
On Me lean.

" Everlasting Arms are round thee,
Thine My pillowing breast:
I will be thy Rock and Refuge:
I thy Rest.

" Through the depths of Jordan onward,
Through the dread To be,
Yes, for ever and for ever