Wouldst thou, O weary soul, be blest ? In Christ the Lord thy Saviour see ; His grace alone can give thee rest, And lo ! He calleth, " Come to Me!"
Oh, come to Me ! . . . Oh, come to Me I . . . The Saviour calleth, " Come to Me ! . . . Ye heavy la den, come to Me, . . . And I will give you rest."
2. He does not wait for greater worth, Or more of holiness in thee ; He brings good news to all the earth, And still He calleth, " Come to Me!"
3. Hast thou not sinned ten thousand times ? His pardoning grace will set thee free ; Count unbelief the worst of crimes, And trust thy Saviour's " Come to Me !"
4. Eternal life is in His Word, He asks thee now His child to be ; No sweeter sound was ever heard Than His most gracious " Come to Me!"
5. Be this thine answer now, and here : " Since Thou hast kindly called for me, Thy tender love dispels my fear ; I come. I come O Lord, to Thee !