196. Come hither, all ye weary souls

"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.

Text Information
First Line: Come hither, all ye weary souls
Author: Isaac Watts
Publication Date: 1835
Meter: L. M.
Scripture: Matthew 11:28-30; Psalm 57
Language: English
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