First Line: Wouldst thou, O weary soul, be blest,

Wouldst thou, O weary soul, be blest ?
In Christ the Lord thy Saviour see ;
His grace alone can give thee rest,
And lo ! He calleth, Come to Me!

Oh, come to Me ! . . . Oh, come to Me I . . .
The Saviour calleth, Come to Me ! . . .
Ye heavy la den, come to Me, . . .
And I will give you rest.

2 He does not wait for greater worth,
Or more of holiness in thee ;
He brings good news to all the earth,
And still He calleth, Come to Me!

3 Hast thou not sinned ten thousand times ?
His pardoning grace will set thee free ;
Count unbelief the worst of crimes,
And trust thy Saviour's Come to Me !

4 Eternal life is in His Word,
He asks thee now His child to be ;
No sweeter sound was ever heard
Than His most gracious Come to Me!

5 Be this thine answer now, and here :
Since Thou hast kindly called for me,
Thy tender love dispels my fear ;
I come. I come O Lord, to Thee !