#12Come Unto Me

O ye heart bowed down with sorrow, O you weary, and oppressed for sight! There's gladness in To-morrow, In your darkness there is light; In your Gethsemane of anguish, Gold Christ the Healer goes: all them in Co-dem-na-tion? Re- he hears are sore vex-er, in peace is love of rest; In peace there is love and light.

Come unto me, I will give you rest, Take my yoke upon you, and Come unto me, Come, all ye that la-bor; Come, come unto me, Come, all ye that labor, Lift - my yoke is up-on you, and I will give you rest, Come, O come, Come unto me, Come, O come, Come unto me and rest.

Come, my heart is hard ey- er and will give you rest. Come unto me, I will give you rest, Come O come, Come unto me and ye.