“Come unto Me and I will give you rest:”
What blessed words to weary ones addressed!
They come from Him who knew the depths of woe,
And felt for sinners as none here below.
“Come unto Me;” yes, come in all your sin!
Through Jesus’ blood the vile may enter in,
May come to God, by perfect grace thus led,
Assured that for themselves that blood was shed.
“Come unto Me:” the blessed Son of God
Thus told on earth, in ev’ry step He trod.
The heart of Him who is in nature love,
And is beseeching men that love to prove.
“Come unto Me;” yes, God Himself says “Come!”
He sees afar and runs to welcome home
Unworthy sinners who have naught to plead
But God’s own love and their exceeding need.
“Come unto Me;” oh, blessed open door
For those who but for Christ had hoped no more!
Oh, love of God told out in full extent,
When Jesus to those depths of darkness went!
“Come unto Me;” for Christ the risen Lord
Now speaks from glory through the written Word;
As Victor now He can with triumph shout,
That none who come to Him will He cast out.—ANON.