“Come to me, all ye who labour and are burdened and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you, and learn from me; for I am meek and lowly in heart; and ye shall find rest to your souls; for my yoke is easy, and my burden is light.” (Matt. 11: 28 – 30).
“Come unto Me – and I will give you rest”;
What blessèd words to weary ones addressed!
They come from Him who knew the depth 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 who knows their guilt and need,
Assured the blood was shed for them indeed.
“Come unto Me,” yes, God Himself says, Come!
He sees afar, and runs to welcome home
Unworthy sinners, who have nought to plead
But God’s own love and their exceeding need.
“Come unto Me,” O blessèd open door!
For those who but for Christ had hoped no more;
O love of God! told out in full extent,
When Jesus to those depths of darkness went.
Henry d’Arcy Champney