Come unto me, thou sin sick weary one

1 "Come unto me," thou sin-sick, weary one,
Bowed 'neath thy heavy burden and oppressed,
No longer strive to bear its weight alone,
But come to me, and I will give thee rest.

Chorus:
"Come unto me, Come unto me,
Come unto me, and I will give thee rest."

2 "Come unto me." When billowy waves roll high,
And thou art toss'd from angry crest to crest;
When naught but shoal or cruel rocks seem nigh,
I'll safely guide, and I will give thee rest. [Chorus]

3 "Come unto me." Thine earth-friends may forsake,
Their love surviving not some fiery test;
O come to me, yes, in mine arms I'll take
And comfort thee, and I will give thee rest. [Chorus]

4 "Come unto me." No one so understands,
None see the hidden conflicts of thy breast;
I can discern, and with my own pierced hands,
Will bind its wounds, and I will give thee rest. [Chorus]

Source: The Golden Sheaf: a collection of choice hymns and songs especially designed for Sunday schools, loyal worker's meetings, prayer and social services (Enl. ed.) #27