Come unto Me (Shacklock)

Come

ye wea­ry

hea­vy la­den

Faint and wound­ed in the strife;

I will bear anew your burd­ens

I will give you light and life.

Still from Heav’n the Sav­ior plead­eth

As of old in Ga­li­lee;

O ye wea­ry

hea­vy laden

Weak and wound­ed

come to Me.

Are you van­quished in the con­flict

With the my­ri­ad hosts of sin?

I have borne the heat of bat­tle

That the vic­to­ry you might win.

Does the way seem long and drea­ry

Leading to the man­sions blest?

Soon

be­side the liv­ing wa­ters

Ye shall find the pro­mised rest.

Learn of Me

for I am low­ly;

Follow in the path I trod;

For it leads to joy im­mor­tal

In the ci­ty of our God.