Come unto Me, it is the Savior’s voice,
The Lord of life, who bids thy heart rejoice;
O weary heart, with heavy cares oppressed,
Come unto Me, and I will give you rest.
Come unto Me, come unto Me,
Come unto Me, and I will give you rest,
I will give you rest, I will give you rest.
Weary with life’s long struggle full of pain,
O doubting soul, thy Savior calls again;
Thy doubts shall vanish and thy sorrows cease,
Come unto Me, and I will give you peace.
Oh, dying man, with guilt and sin dismayed,
With conscience wakened, of thy God afraid;
Twixt hopes and fears—oh end the anxious strife,
Come unto Me, and I will give you life.
Rest, peace and life, the flowers of deathless bloom,
The Savior gives us, not beyond the tomb—
But here, and now, on earth, some glimpse is giv’n
Of joys which wait us thro’ the gates of Heav’n.