Come, ye heavy laden, in your weariness,
Come unto me, said the Lord, and I will give you rest;
Take my yoke upon you, and in turn learn of me,
As in spirit and heart I am meek and lowly,
And your souls shall find solace – a restful delight,
For my yoke is easy, and my burden is light.
And the Spirit and the bride unite to say “Come,”
Urging every hearer to give due attention,
For this glorious invitation is yet offered still,
And is available to the “Whosoever will,”
Promised to one and all who, searching, are thirsty –
The pure water of life, to take and drink of freely.
Yes, to the life-giving waters come without delay,
And come just as you are, though lacking means to pay,
To buy for your deepest need, without money, without price,
For salvation is offered freely in Jesus Christ;
And the bread of life is to the needy soul food,
So taste now and see that the Lord is indeed good.
And, as His grace extends to the far ends of the earth
Through the Saviour who came to bring the second birth,
Why then will you perish, and God’s provision refuse?
When naught on earth can compare with the gospel’s good news
Of One who gave His very life-blood to win our salvation,
And whose loving hands now us beckon in nail-scarred invitation.
© Ian Caughey