Living Hymns ‎#313

313. Come Hither, All Ye Weary Souls

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 who 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 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 mold and guide us at thy will.

Text Information

• First Line: Come hither, all ye weary souls
• Title: Come Hither, All Ye Weary Souls
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1890

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