Come un­to Me, all ye who mourn,
With guilt and fear op­pressed;
Resign to Me the will­ing heart,
And I will give you rest.

Here Je­sus stands with op­en arms;
He calls, and bids you come;
Guilt holds you back, and fear alarms;
But see, there yet is room.

Room in the Sav­ior’s bleed­ing heart;
There love and pi­ty meet;
Nor will He bid the soul de­part
That trem­bles at His feet.