1 Come hither, all ye weary Souls,
Ye heavy laden Sinners come,
I'll give you rest from all your Toils,
And raise you to my heavenly Home.
2 They shall find Rest that learn of me,
I'm of a meek and lowly Mind:
But Passion rages like the Sea,
And Pride is restless as the Wind.
3 Blest is the Man whose Shoulders take
My Yoke, and bears it with Delight,
My Yoke is easy to his Neck.
My Grace shall make the Burden light.
4 Jesus we come at thy Command;
With Faith and Hope, and humble Zeal,
Resign our Spirits to thy Hand,
To mould and guide us at thy Will.
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First Line: | Come hither, all ye weary Souls |
Title: | Christ calls burden'd Sinners |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1774 |