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