Is thy heart distressed and weary?
Dost thou long for rest and peace?
Hast thou sought in vain for comfort?
Come to Christ, thy struggling cease.
He is waiting now to bless thee,
He can still the tempest wild;
Come to Him, in faith, believing,
Simply, as a little child.
Is thy longing heart now saying,
Lord, I know not how to pray?
Come as to a loving Father,
He will never say thee
O the yearning love of Jesus,
Pleading tenderly with thee!
Hear Him, as in gentle accents
He doth whisper,
Come to Me.