1 Weary soul, by care oppress’d,
Wouldst thou find a place of rest?
Listen, Jesus calls to thee,
Come and find thy rest in me.
Come to me, come to me,
Come and find thy rest in me.
2 Hungry soul, why pine and die,
With exhaustless stores so nigh?
Lo! the board is spread for thee,
Come and feast today with me.
Come to me, come to me,
Come and feast today with me.
3 Thirsty soul, earth’s sweetest rill,
Mocks thee with its promise still?
Hark! the Savior calls to thee,
Here is water, come to me.
Come to me, come to me,
Here is water, come to me.
4 Homeless soul, thy path is drear,
Angry tempests gather near,
Night is dark’ning, over thee,
Here is shelter, come to me.
Come to me, come to me,
Here is shelter, come to me.
5 Heav’nly bread and heav’nly wine,
Living waters, all are mine;
Mine they are, and thine may be,
Weary wand’rer, come to me.
Come to me, come to me,
Weary wand’rer, come to me.
Source: Triumphant Songs No.1 #139