Christ My Song - 784
Ye desolate children of sorrow! - The refuge
(Sir Edward Denny/Johannes Thomas Rüegg)
"Come unto me, all ye that labour and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest." (Matthew 11,28)
1. Ye desolate children of sorrow!
as fleet as the bloom of May,
your dreams of a brighter morrow,
your hopes, have they passed away?
The chill breath of time, does it wither
the bough where ye build your nest?
Ah, come then, ye mourners, come hither,
I'll tell you of endless rest. PDF - Midi
2. I'll tell you of him who hath spoken
sweet peace to my weary heart,
and healed it, though withered and broken,
with love's all-availing art.
It was he, 'twas the Lord of Glory,
who died on the cursed tree,
on Calvary, stricken and gory,
a suffering Lamb for me.
3. Alone on the desolate mountains,
with tangled and sullied fleece,
I wandered afar from the fountains
of holiness, life, and peace;
'till he o'er the hills, like a shepherd,
in quest of his stray one, passed,
and saved from the lion and leopard
the life of my soul at last.
4. Ye who dwell, like a trembling sparrow,
alone on a leafless bough,
from the point of the archer's arrow
defenceless, unsheltered now,
fly, fly to the Saviour – come hither,
from sorrow, from fear and strife,
to a branch that will never wither –
come dwell in the tree of life.
Sir Edward Denny, Hymns and Poems, 1870, 100-101.