Come Unto Me and Rest

Verse 1

Oh! are there any words more sweet than these, In all the Savior’s tender promises? They touch a tender chord in every breast,– “Come unto me and I will give you rest.”

Chorus

“Come unto me,” he whispers, as he stands And shows the nail-prints in his bleeding hands; “Come unto me with all thy sins opprest, Come unto me and I will give you rest.”

Verse 2

“Come unto me when faint and weary grown,” Oh, sweetest invitation ever known; Come, bring your sins and lay them at his feet, And taste of rest divinely full and sweet.

Verse 3

Come unto him, oh, heavy-laden, come, For you he died, oh, soul, no longer roam, Be all the sins that trouble you confest, And trusting him thou shall most surely rest.

Verse 4

“Come unto me,” oh, words divinely sweet; Our hearts remember what his lips repeat, And glad thoughts rise in every troubled breast, When they accept the freely offered rest.