"Come unto me," the Master said.
Those burdened and oppressed
Brought unto him their troubled hearts,
And so he gave them rest.
Then, take to Christ your crumpled dreams,
The agonizing fears,
The disappointed, fruitless hopes,
The sorrows and the tears.
From all the pain in memory
Christ offers full surcease;
To every empty, hateful threat
His love brings hope of peace.
"Come unto me" is still the call
To every burdened breast,
For still the Christly promise glows,
"And I will give you rest."