Come Hither All Ye Weary Souls

 

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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 heavenly home.

They shall find rest, who learn of me:
I’m of a meek and lowly mind;
But passion rages like the sea,
And pride is restless as the wind.

Blessed is the man whose shoulders take
My yoke, and bear it with delight;
My yoke is easy to the 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 mould and guide us at thy will.