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 heavenly 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 like 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 his 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