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 that 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 mould and guide us at thy will.