Come to Jesus, O my brothers,
Come in this accepted hour;
Jesus ready stands to save you,
Full of pity, love, and power;
He is able,
He is willing,—doubt no more.
Let not conscience make you linger,
Nor of fitness fondly dream;
All the fitness he requireth
Is to feel your need of him;
This he gives you,—
’Tis the spirit’s struggling beam.
Come, ye weary, heavy laden;
Wait not,—’tis your Saviour’s call;
If you tarry till you’re better,
You will never come at all.
Not the righteous,
Sinners, Jesus came to call.
|Instances (1 - 2 of 2)||Title||First Line||Tune||Tune Key||Author||Meter||Scripture||Date||Subject||Source|
|A Book of Hymns for Public and Private Devotion (15th ed.) #161||The Weary and Heavy-Laden||Come to Jesus, O my brothers||Anonymous||4s. M.||1866|
|A Book of Hymns for Public and Private Devotion. (10th ed.) #161||Come to Jesus, O my brothers||Come to Jesus, O my brothers||Anonymous||1848|