Come, Weary Souls with Sin Distressed

Come

wea­ry souls with sin dis­tressed

The Sav­ior of­fers heav’n­ly rest;

The kind

the gra­cious call ob­ey

And cast your gloomy fears away.

Oppressed with guilt

a pain­ful load

O come

and spread your woes abroad;

Divine com­pass­ion

migh­ty love

Will all the pain­ful load re­move.

Here mer­cy’s bound­less ocean flows

To cleanse your guilt and heal your woes;

Pardon

and life

and end­less peace—

How rich the gift! how free the grace!

Lord

we ac­cept with thank­ful heart

The hope Thy gra­cious words im­part;

We come with trem­bling

but re­joice

And bless the kind in­vit­ing voice.

Dear Sav­ior

let Thy pow­er­ful love

Confirm our faith

our fears re­move

And sweet­ly in­flu­ence ev­ery beast

And guide us to eter­nal rest.