Weary Child, full of despair,
Weighed by burdens not meant to bear;
Do you see His shining face,
Full of mercy, full of grace?
Why strive for things you can’t attain,
Then faint when you get weary?
But ever still your stains remain,
And the skies no sign of clearing.
Though a thousand wrongs you’ve wrought,
He will not love you less;
He took it all, upon the cross,
The guilt that weighs upon your breast.
Weary child, full of despair,
Look to Him and strive no more,
Your burdens He alone can bear,
You peace, He alone can restore.