Dearest Lord, make us remember,
when the world is cold and dreary,
and we know not where to turn for comfort,
that there is always one spot bright and cheerful—the Sanctuary.
When we are in desolation of spirit,
when all who are dear to us have passed away,
like summer flowers, and none are left to love us and care for us,
whisper to our troubled souls that there is one friend who dies not—
one whose love never changes—Jesus on the altar.
When sorrows thicken and crush us with their burden,
when we look in vain for comfort,
let thy dear words come forth with full force from the tabernacle,
“Come to me all you who labor and are heavily burdened, and I will refresh you.”