Come, Ye Souls by Sin Afflicted

Come

ye souls by sin af­flict­ed

Bowed with fruit­less sor­row down;

By the brok­en law con­vict­ed

Through the cross be­hold the crown;

Look to Je­sus;

Mercy flows through Him alone.

Take His ea­sy yoke and wear it;

Love will make obe­di­ence sweet;

Christ will give you strength to bear it

While His wis­dom guides your feet

Safe to glo­ry

Where His ran­somed cap­tives meet.

Blessèd are the eyes that see Him

Blest the ears that hear His voice;

Blessèd are the souls that trust Him

And in Him alone re­joice;

His com­mand­ments then

Become their hap­py choice.

Sweet as home to pil­grims wea­ry

Light to new­ly op­ened eyes

Or full springs in de­serts drea­ry

Is the rest the cross sup­plies;

All who taste it

Shall to rest im­mor­tal rise.