1 I hear the sweet welcome, the echoes awaking,
That calls me to Jesus, my Saviour and Friend;
O, say, is there joy for the heart that is breaking?
A have at last when the voyage shall end?

Chorus:
"Come unto Me, all ye that labour and are heavy laden,
And I will give you rest;
Take My yoke upon you and learn of Me, and ye shall find rest,
Sweet rest unto your souls."

2 How anxious the load of the sin that oppresses!
How eager the hopes in my bosom that burn!
O, God, could I speak what my trembling confesses,
In love would'st Thou bid a poor rebel return? [Chorus]

3 I come, Lord; I fly to the refuge provided,
No longer a rebel and stranger to grace;
From sin, and from sorrow, and danger divided,
I rest evermore in Thy loving embrace. [Chorus]