Hymn 110

1I 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.

2They shall find rest who learn of me ;
I'm of a meek and lowly mind ;
But passion rages like the sea,
And pride is restless as the wind.

3Blest is the man whose shoulders take
My yoke, and bear it with delight ;
My yoke is easy to his neck,
My grace shall make the burden light.

4Jesus, we come at thy command ;
With faith, and hope, and humble zeal,
Resign our spirits to thy hand,
To mould and guide us at thy will.