Come ye weary souls oppressed,
Find in Christ the promised rest;
On Him all your burdens roll,
He can wound, and He make whole.
Ye that dread the wrath of God,
Come and wash in Jesu’s blood;
To the Son of David cry,
In His word He’s passing by.
Naked, guilty, poor, and blind,
All your wants in Jesus find;
This the day of mercy is,
Now accept the proffered bliss.
Debtors, who have naught to pay,
Come to Jesus, haste away;
All your sins on Him were laid,
All your debts the Surety paid.
It is finished! lo! He cries,
Ere on yonder cross He dies;
O believe the record true,
Jesus died for such as you.