"Come unto me"

"Come unto me"—
What admonition could there sweeter be?
Come all that labor and are weary grown,
Bearing those burdens you would fain disown,
Come! I will give you rest.

And as we go—
Sometimes with footsteps seeming painful, slow—
Old burdens fall, and lo! the way grows bright,
Love's promise is upheld, a glowing light;
Ah! now we'll rest.

And as we take
His yoke and learn his lowliness of heart,
God's likeness in right thoughts we see, and turn
From ways unlike His; gladly we depart,
And claim our rest.

And lo! through ages long and evermore,
Love's arms to all the weary ones extend,
And on the listening ear these words descend,
"Come unto me!"

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Signs of the Times
June 20, 1936

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