259. L. M. Watts. Gospel Invitations.
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.