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.