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Weary burdened wand’rer,
There is rest for thee,
At the feet of Jesus,
In His love so free;
Listen to His message,
Words forever blest,
Oh, thou heavy laden,
“Come to Me and rest.”
“Come, oh come to Me,”
“Come, oh come to Me,”
Jesus now is waiting, calling
“Come, oh come to Me.”
Bring Him all thy burdens,
All thy guilt and sin,
Mercy’s door is open,
Rise and enter in.
Jesus there is waiting,
Patiently for thee,
Hear Him gently calling,
“Come, oh, come to Me.”
“Come, oh come to Me,”
“Come, oh come to Me,”
Jesus now is waiting, calling
“Come, oh come to Me.”
Linger then no longer,
Come just now to Him;
Ere the shadows gather,
And thy light grows dim.
Thou hast long been waiting
For some better time,
But today He’s calling,
Come and claim Him thine.
“Come, oh come to Me,”
“Come, oh come to Me,”
Jesus now is waiting, calling
“Come, oh come to Me.”
He will bid thee welcome,
At the blessèd cross,
Turn to joy thy mourning,
Turn to gold thy dross.
He will lead thee gently,
All along the way,
In the path that shineth,
Unto perfect day.
“Come, oh come to Me,”
“Come, oh come to Me,”
Jesus now is waiting, calling
“Come, oh come to Me.”
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COME O COME TO ME
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