Hast thou a sin?
Some heavy weight that feign would hinder thee
From running well? To have Christ’s liberty,
O captive soul, let go; let go, and see
Where Jesus will begin.
Hast thou a care?
Then roll that care of thine on to God;
‘Tis not His wish for thee to bear that load;
Leave it with Him, and thou wilt tread life’s road
As if thou walked on air.
Hast thou Christ’s joy?
The share the happiness He gives with those
Who’s lives are brimming o’re with human woes;
His joy transcendeth all, and fuller grows,
This, nothing can destroy.
Hast thou His peace?
Christ’s peace that passeth human thought and ken,
So calm, so pure and deep. ‘Tis only when
We know such restfulness—but not ‘till then—
All fretfulness can cease.
