Text: | Christ's Invitation |
1 “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.
2 “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.
3 "Bless'd 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."
4 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.
Text Information | |
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First Line: | Come hither, all ye weary souls! |
Title: | Christ's Invitation |
Meter: | L. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1845 |
Topic: | Holy Spirit: Gospel Call |