COME UNTO ME by D. S. R.

Publishing Committee · Battle Creek, Mich. · Nov 3, 1859

"COME UNTO ME."

By D. S. R.

"Come unto me:" Oh, hear the gentle call Which Jesus makes, so full, so free for all; Not one of all mankind need e'er despair; All, all are urged this precious boon to share.

"All ye who labor and are laden, come," Ye are the souls for whom I'll find a home; Ye who of earthly joys have had no share, Come unto me, your wants shall be my care.

"I'll give you rest"—Oh, precious is that rest, To live with Thee and be for ever blest; No more of life's fatigues, or cares, or woes Shall rouse us from that sweet, that sure repose.

"My yoke upon you take and learn of me:" Saviour, with gladness would we bear for thee What thou hast borne for us, and not repine; Our cross will be but light, compared with thine.

"I'm meek and low of heart." Full well we know, Dear Jesus, what thou sufferedst below: The manger, where reposed thy infant head; And Calvary, where for man thy blood was shed.

"My yoke is easy," fear not it to wear; "My burden light," nor hard is it to bear. Saviour, we know that, filled with thy pure love, Our cross will lightened be by God above.

Then while with outstretched arms thou bid'st us To those blest mansions, our eternal home, [come Jesus, with rapture we accept thy call, And raise our songs to thee, the "Lord of all." [D. S. R.—Am. Messenger.