Come hither, all ye weary souls Ye heavy-laden sinners, come I'll give you rest from all your toils And raise you to My heavenly home They shall find rest that learn of me I'm of a meek and lowly mind But passion rages like the sea And pride is restless like the wind Blest is the man whose shoulders take My yoke, and bear it with delight My yoke is easy to his neck My grace shall make his burden light Jesus, we come at Thy command With faith, and hope, and humble zeal Resign our spirits to Thy hand To mold and guide us at Thy will