1 “Come unto Me,” the Saviour saith
To thee, O tender youth!
“Now in the morning of thy days
Receive the word of truth.
Give Me thy heart, and learn of Me
To walk in wisdom’s way,
And early tread the narrow path
Which leads to endless day.”
2 “Come unto Me,” the Saviour saith
To thee, young man, today!
Thy life is now in noontide bright,
And joy gleams on thy way.
Let not the pleasures of the world—
Its fame and its renown—
E’er cause thee at the last to lose
The conqueror’s golden crown.”
3 “Come unto Me,” the Saviour saith
To thee, O aged one,
Whose day now draweth to its close,
Whose course has almost run:
“In Me alone canst thou find rest
When this life’s toils are done;
Yield to My love, and thou shalt own
Thy life anew begun.”
4 Thus saith the Saviour to us all,
In gentle tones and mild;
To you He calls, O weary souls!
And you by sin defiled.
Oh, take the yoke, the burden light,
He offers you to bear!
Oh, pause, amid prevailing strife,
His still, small voice to hear.