Come Unto Me

Hear the blessed Savior

calling the oppressed,

"Oh ye heavy-laden, come

to Me and rest;

Come, no longer tarry,

I your load will bear,

Bring Me ev'ry burden,

bring Me ev'ry care."

Come unto Me,

I will give you rest;

Take My yoke upon you,

Hear Me and be blest;

I am meek and lowly,

Come and trust My might;

Come, My yoke is easy,

And My burden's light.

Are you disappointed,

wand'ring here and there,

Dragging chains of doubt

and loaded down with care?

Do unholy feelings struggle

in your breast?

Bring your case to Jesus,

He will give you rest.

Stumbling on the mountains

dark with sin and shame,

Stumbling tow'rd the pit

of hell's consuming flame,

By the pow'rs of sin

deluded and oppressed,

Hear the tender Shepherd,

"Come to Me and rest."

Have you by temptation

often conquered been,

Has a sense of weakness

brought distress within?

Christ will sanctify you,

if you'll claim His best,

In the Holy Spirit,

He will give you rest.

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