Come, weary, anxious, laden soul,
To Jesus come, and be made whole;
On Him your heavy burden roll - 
Come, anxious sinner, come!

Behold the cross on which He died;
Behold His wounded, bleeding side:
Come, in His precious love confide - 
Come, anxious sinner, come!

True joy the world can ne'er afford,
'Tis found alone in Christ the Lord,
In Him for wretched sinners stored - 
Come, anxious sinner, come!

God loves to hear the contrite cry,
He loves to see the tearful eye,
To read the spirit's deep-felt sigh - 
Come, anxious sinner, come!

Oh, if to Jesus you repair,
You'll find eternal comfort there,
And soon shall heavenly glory share - 
Come, anxious sinner, come!