Come unto Me, All Ye Who Mourn

Come un­to Me

all ye who mourn

With guilt and fear op­pressed;

Resign to Me the will­ing heart

And I will give you rest.

Here Je­sus stands with op­en arms;

He calls

and bids you come;

Guilt holds you back

and fear alarms;

But see

there yet is room.

Room in the Sav­ior’s bleed­ing heart;

There love and pi­ty meet;

Nor will He bid the soul de­part

That trem­bles at His feet.