O Come to Me

Wouldst thou

O wea­ry soul

be blest?

In Christ the Lord thy Sav­ior see?

His grace alone can give thee rest

And lo! He call­eth

Come to Me!

O come to Me

O come to Me

The Sav­ior call­eth

Come to Me;

Ye hea­vy lad­en

come to Me

And I will give

will give you rest.

He does not wait for great­er worth

Or more of ho­li­ness in thee;

He brings good news to all the earth

And still He call­eth

Come to Me.

Hast thou not sinned ten thou­sand times?

His par­don­ing grace will set thee free;

Count un­belief the worst of crimes

And trust thy Sav­ior’s Come to Me.

Eternal life is in His word;

He asks thee now His child to be;

No sweet­er sound was ev­er heard

Than His most gr­acious Come to Me.

Be this thine an­swer now

and here:

Since Thou has kind­ly called for me

Thy ten­der love dis­pels my fear;

I come

I come

O Lord

to Thee.