Scripture Verse

Come unto Me, all ye that labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest. Matthew 11:28


Edward Caswall
National Portrait Gallery


Words: Un­known au­thor (Qui­cun­que cer­tum quaer­tis), prob­ab­ly 18th Cen­tu­ry (Ju­li­an). Trans­lat­ed from La­tin to Eng­lish by Edw­ard Cas­wall, Ly­ra Ca­tho­li­ca, 1849 (All Ye Who Seek a Cer­tain Cure); the adap­ta­tion be­low ap­peared in Hymns An­cient and Mo­dern, 1861.

Music: St. Ber­nard (Ri­chard­son) Toch­ter Si­on (Co­logne, Ger­ma­ny: 1741). Ar­ranged by John Ri­chard­son (1816–1879) (🔊 pdf nwc).

If you know where to get a good pic­ture of Ri­chard­son (head-and-shoul­ders, at least 200×300 pix­els),


All ye who seek for sure relief
In trouble and distress,
Whatever sorrows vex the mind,
Or guilt the soul oppress.

Jesus, who gave Himself for you
Upon the cross to die,
Opens to you His sacred heart;
O to that heart draw nigh.

Ye hear how kindly He invites;
Ye hear His words so blest;
All ye that labor come to me,
And I will give you rest.

O Jesus, joy of saints on high,
Thou Hope of sinners here,
Attracted by those loving words
To Thee we lift our prayer.

Wash Thou our wounds in that dear blood
Which from Thy heart doth flow;
A new and contrite heart on all
Who cry to Thee bestow.