“Come unto Me.” It is the Saviour’s voice— The Lord of life, who bids thy heart rejoice; O weary heart, with heavy cares oppressed, “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 gives us—not beyond the tomb, But here, and now, on earth, the taste is given Of joys which wait us through the gates of heaven.