Text: | Hymn 127 |
Author: | Isaac Watts |
"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.
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First Line: | Come hither, all ye weary souls |
Title: | Hymn 127 |
Author: | Isaac Watts |
Meter: | L. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1806 |
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