Come to Me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest.@Matthew 11:28

Charles H. Yat­man, 1885.

Will­iam H. Geist­weit (🔊 pdf nwc).

My brother, we are traveling
To the palace of the King,
We are going to Mount Zion,
Where forever we shall sing;
There no sin or pain or sighing
Can disturb our peaceful rest,
For we dwell among the angels,
And can lean on Jesus’ breast.


Will you go? Will you go?
Go to that land of pure delight?
Go where the saints are clothed in white?
Go where the saved shall find no night,
But endless day?

My sister, Christ is calling thee
To journey toward that home,
Where the weary, heavy laden
Find sweet rest, no more to roam;
Canst thou not forsake the evil,
And the Spirit’s call obey?
Christ will guide thee to that city,
If you seek the narrow way.


My hearer, in thy journey
Whither wilt thou come at last?
To the throne of God in Heaven,
Or where hope is ever past?
Hear the word that Jesus sends thee—
Come to Me and rest receive;
I will pardon, cleanse and comfort,
If you only wilt believe.