All Ye Who Seek for Sure Relief

All ye who seek for sure re­lief

In trou­ble and dis­tress

Whatever sor­rows vex the mind

Or guilt the soul op­press.

Jesus

who gave Him­self for you

Upon the cross to die

Opens to you His sac­red heart;

O to that heart draw nigh.

Ye hear how kind­ly He in­vites;

Ye hear His words so blest;

All ye that la­bor come to me

And I will give you rest.

O Je­sus

joy of saints on high

Thou hope of sin­ners here

Attracted by those lov­ing words

To Thee we lift our pray­er.

Wash Thou our wounds in that dear blood

Which from Thy heart doth flow;

A new and con­trite heart on all

Who cry to Thee be­stow.