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SS & S 424

“Come unto Me!” it is the Saviour’s voice-
The Lord of life, who bids thy heart rejoice;
O weary heart, with heavy cares opprest,
“Come unto Me,” and I will give you rest.

“Come unto Me, . . come unto me, . . .
“Come unto Me; and I will give you rest,
I will give you rest, . . I will give you 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 Me,” and I will give you peace.

O dying man, with guilt and sin dismayed,
With conscience wakened, of thy God afraid;
‘Twixt hopes and fears –oh, end the anxious strife!-
“Come unto Me,” and I will give you life.

Life, rest, and peace, the flowers of deathless bloom,
The Saviour give us, -not beyond the tomb;
But her and now: on earth some glimpse is given
Of joys which wait us through the gates of heaven.