Come, Oh, Come to Me

Weary bur­dened wand’rer

There is rest for thee

At the feet of Je­sus

In His love so free;

Listen to His mes­sage

Words for­ev­er blest

Oh

thou hea­vy la­den

Come to Me and rest.

Come

oh come to Me

Come

oh come to Me

Jesus now is wait­ing

call­ing

Come

oh come to Me.

Bring Him all thy bur­dens

All thy guilt and sin

Mercy’s door is op­en

Rise and en­ter in.

Jesus there is wait­ing

Patiently for thee

Hear Him gen­tly call­ing

Come

oh

come to Me.

Linger then no long­er

Come just now to Him;

Ere the sha­dows ga­ther

And thy light grows dim.

Thou hast long been wait­ing

For some bet­ter time

But today He’s call­ing

Come and claim Him thine.

He will bid thee wel­come

At the bless­èd cross

Turn to joy thy mourn­ing

Turn to gold thy dross.

He will lead thee gent­ly

All along the way

In the path that shin­eth

Unto per­fect day.