Come hither all ye weary souls
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1 Come hither all ye weary souls,
Ye heavy laden sinners come,
I'll give you rest from all your toils,
And raise you to my heav'nly home.
2 They shall find rest that learn of me:
I'm of a meek and lowly mind;
But passion rages like the sea,
And pride is restless as the wind.
3 Bless'd is the man whose shoulders take
My yoke, and bear it with delight;
My yoke is easy to his neck,
My grace shall make the burden light.
4 Jesus, we come at thy command,
With faith, and hope, and humble zeal,
Resign our spirits to thy hand,
To mould and guide us at thy will.
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