Come hither, all ye weary souls
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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.
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They 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.
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Blest is the man whose shoulders takeMy yoke, and bear it with delight;My yoke is easy to his neck,My grace shall make the burden light.
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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.