Classic Poem

Come unto me all ye that labour , &c.

1.

" To Me, Ye Sons of sorrow, come,
" That o'er Life's rugged road
" With weary step uncertain roam,
" And bend beneath your load.

2.

" Come, take my yoke, and learn of Me;
" For I am meek of mind:
" Come, and your soul, from error free,
" The rest it seeks shall find. "

3.

Such was the voice of Him who spoke
As never Man before:
His burthen light, and easy yoke,
My soul shall shun no more.

4.

I come; my pray'r to Thee address'd,
Whose lips the precept gave:
Do Thou within my inmost breast
The heav'nly lesson grave.

5.

So shall I learn my destin'd race
To run, with willing feet;
Unmov'd, as honour or disgrace
In Truth's defence I meet;

6.

Humility, with meekness join'd,
My exaltation see,
And Freedom's fullest measure find,
Blest Lord! in serving Thee.