“Come unto Me!” it is the Saviour’s voice,
The Lord of life, who bids thy heart rejoice!
O weary soul, with heavy cares oppressed,
Come unto Him, and He will give thee rest!

Weary with life’s long struggle, full of pain,
O doubting soul, thy Saviour calls again!
Thy doubts shall vanish, and thy sorrows cease,
Come unto Him, and He will give thee peace!

O dying man, with guilt and sin dismayed,
With conscience wakened, of thy God afraid!
Turn from thy fears! O end the anxious strife,
Come unto Him, and He will give thee life!

Rest, peace and life, sweet flowers of deathless bloom,
The Saviour giveth not beyond the tomb,
But here and now, on earth, first fruits are giv’n
Of joys which wait beyond the gates of heav’n!