Classic Poem

Whene'er by earthly cares oppressed, the wearied spirit faints
And in the ear of Providence it murmurs sad complaints;
The welcome invitation comes, in loving language dressed:
“Come unto me! ye weary, come, and I will give you rest.

“Come unto me! all ye who toil, who heavy burdens bear;
Come! and before my footstool cast your spirit-load of care:
Take up my yoke and learn of me: my ways are just and right;
For easy is my yoke to bear; my burden, it is light.

“Come unto me! all ye who mourn; your sorrows let me share:
My strong right hand and outstretched arm are present everywhere;
Come! and be all your griefs assuaged, all doubts and fears repressed:
In me, the meek and lowly heart, your souls shall find their rest.”

Let not this loving summons fall unheeded at your feet;
Go, cast yourselves in humble fear before the mercyseat;
There's room for all—God's heart is vast! broad the Redeemer's breast!
Go unto Him! ye weary, go! and He will give you rest.