Charlotte Elliott Poems

Jesus, my Savior, look on me,
For I am weary and oppressed;
I come to cast myself on Thee:
Thou art my Rest.
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Christian, seek not yet repose,
Cast thy dreams of ease away;
Thou art in the midst of foes:
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O Holy Saviour, Friend unseen,
Since on Thine arm Thou bid'st us lean,
Help us throughout life's changing scene
By faith to cling to Thee.
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Just as I am, without one plea,
But that Thy blood was shed for me,
And that Thou bidst me come to Thee,
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My God and Father! while I stray
Far from my home in life is rough way,
Oh! teach me from my heart to say,
Thy will be done
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