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 heav'nly 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 "Bless'd is the Man whose Shoulders take
"My Yoke, and bear 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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