I

Come to the Christ in tears,

And in His hearing tell

Thy sins, and griefs, and fears,

The wants He knoweth well;

Fear not to bring a large request,

He gives, and giveth of His best.

II

Come to the Christ in tears:

The contrite heart He wills;

And every prayer He hears,

And every vessel fills;—

We never ask, and sigh unblest,

He gives, and giveth of His best.

III

Come to the Christ in tears;—

As when the clouds depart

A glorious light appears—

So joy shall flood the heart;

They cannot weep who share His grace,

And see the smiling of His face.