Come unto Me, all you that labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest.@Matthew 11:28
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Daniel W. Whittle (1840–1901)

Dan­iel W. Whit­tle, in Gos­pel Hymns No. 4, by Ira D. San­key et al. (New York: Big­low & Main, 1881).

James Mc­Gra­na­han (🔊 pdf nwc).

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James McGranahan (1840–1907)

On a cold night in the fall of 1885, a scant­i­ly clad man wan­dered into Bleeck­er Street, writes a New York evan­gel­ist un­der whose per­so­nal ob­ser­va­tion the in­ci­dent came. “He was foot­sore and wea­ry with much wan­der­ing, worn out for want of sleep, and faint from lack of food. The long, cold night was be­fore him, and he knew he must walk the street unt­il morn­ing. He stepped in­to a door­way for a lit­tle rest. As he sat there he fell to pon­der­ing.

He was sol­i­ta­ry and sad-heart­ed. Drink had wrought fear­ful hav­oc with him, and had left him a home­less, friend­less man. Home and loved ones, friends, mon­ey and po­si­tion had all been sac­ri­ficed to this ap­pe­tite. He felt that he was lost, and that no ef­fort could save him. As he thus mused his rev­er­ie was brok­en by the sound of song.

Surprised, he looked up in the di­rec­tion from which the sound came, and saw across the way an il­lum­in­at­ed sign on which were the words, ‘Flor­ence Mis­sion.’ Glad to get away from the chill and gloom of the street, he went in­to the mis­sion. As he en­tered a la­dy was sing­ing [this hymn.]

If there was one thing on earth that the man need­ed it was rest. Rest for the tired, fam­ished body; rest for the tor­tured heart. These things are not for me, he thought, I am too far gone. He wan­dered the cold streets un­til morn­ing, but ne­ver once did the words of this hymn leave him. The re­frain con­stant­ly rang in his ears, Come un­to Me and rest. He vis­it­ed the mis­sion ma­ny nights, and fin­al­ly gave his heart to God.

The evan­gel­ist adds that this man has been his as­sis­tant for ma­ny years, and has won hun­dreds to Christ.

Sankey, pp. 131–32

Brother, art thou worn and weary,
Tempted, tried, and sore oppressed?
Listen to the word of Jesus,
Come unto Me, and rest!

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Come unto Me, and rest!
Come unto Me, and rest!
Come, ye weary, heavy laden,
Come unto Me, and rest!

Oh, He knows the dark forebodings
Of the conscience troubled breast,
And to such His word is given,
Come unto Me, and rest!

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To the Lord bring all your burden,
Put the promise to the test;
Hear Him say, your Burden Bearer,
Come unto Me, and rest!

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If in sorrow thou art weeping,
Grieving for the loved ones missed,
Surely then to you He whispers,
Come unto Me, and rest!

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Trust to Him for all thy future,
He will give thee what is best;
Why then fear when He is saying,
Come unto Me, and rest!

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