Come unto me all ye that are weary and heavy laden, and I will give you rest. <br /> <br />Come, said Jesus' sacred voice, <br />Come and make my paths your choice: <br />I will guide you to your home; <br />Weary pilgrim, hither come! <br />Thou, who houseless, sole, forlorn, <br />Long hast borne the proud world's scorn, <br />Long hast roamed the barren waste,— <br />Weary pilgrim, hither haste! <br />Ye who tossed on beds of pain, <br />Seek for ease, but seek in vain, <br />Ye whose swollen and sleepless eyes <br />Watch to see the morning rise; <br />Ye, by fiercer anguish torn, <br />In strong remorse for guilt who mourn; <br />Here repose your heavy care, <br />A wounded spirit who can bear! <br />Sinner, come! for here is found <br />Balm that flows for every wound; <br />Peace, that ever shall endure, <br />Rest eternal, sacred, sure.<br /><br />Anna Laetitia Barbauld<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/come-said-jesus/
