Come Unto Me B

Hear the blessed Savior
calling the oppressed,
Oh, ye heavy-laden,
come to Me and rest;
Come, no longer tarry,
I your load will bear,
Bring Me every burden,
bring Me every care.'

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Come unto Me,
I will give you rest;
Take My yoke upon you,
hear Me and be blest;
I am meek and lowly,
come and trust My might;
Come, My yoke is easy,
and My burden's light.

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Are you disappointed,
wand'ring here and there,
Dragging chains of doubt
and loaded down with care?
Do unholy feelings
struggle in your breast?
Bring your case to Jesus,
He will give you rest.

Have you by temptation
often conquered been,
Has a sense of weakness
brought distress within?
Christ will sanctify you,
if you'll claim His best;
In the Holy Spirit,
He will give you rest.