"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.