1 "Come unto me, earth's weary ones!"
The Saviour saith to-day;
"Come, ye that, heavy-laden, sigh,
Your burdens cast away!
Come, in the sultry heat of noon,
And I will give you rest;
Come, weary pilgrim, hither come,
And be forever blest!"

2 Lord Jesus! now thy voice we hear,
No longer we delay!
From earthly hopes and vain desires,
Our spirits turn away.
Thy voice, O Teacher, most divine!
With gentle tones so sweet,
Comes o'er us mid the din of earth,
And stays our wandering feet.

3 Rest, rest in thee! my spirit longs
For calm and sweet repose;
To have my soul a tranquil lake
Whereon faith's lily grows.
I claim thy promise, gracious Lord!
Thy love to comfort me,
Repenting, hoping, loving now,
O Christ! I come to thee.