O, Comfort to the dreary!

O, Comfort to the dreary!O, Joy to the oppressed!"Come unto Me, ye weary,And I will give you rest."O, come with all your weakness,Come with your load of woe;And learn of him with meeknessAll righteousness to know.

Enslaved of Romish error,Worn out with fruitless pains,Reapers of doubt and terror,Come, cast away your chains!Renounce the superstitionBy all the world preferred;And turn from vain traditionTo His redeeming word.

Ye who the world have courted,And suffered from its spite;Ye who with sin have sported,And felt its serpent bite;Come, learn, your follies quitting,That this world's gain is loss;To Christ's light yoke submitting,Come, and take up the cross.

O come, and make the trial;Christ's service is release;If hard the self-denial,Its fruit is joy and peace.His word your faith defending,Shall nerve you for the strife;Peace all your steps attending;The prize,—eternal life!