Come Hither, All Ye Weary Souls

“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 heav’n­ly home.

“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.

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.

Jesus

we come at Thy com­mand;

With faith

and hope

and hum­ble zeal

Resign our spir­its to Thy hand

To mold and guide us at Thy will.