453b Wakefield
Come, weary souls, with sin distressed, Come, and accept the promised rest; The Saviour's gracious call obey, And cast your gloomy fears away. Opprest with sin, a painful load, O, come and spread your woes abroad: Divine compassion, mighty love, Will all the painful load remove. Here mercy's boundless ocean flows, To cleanse your guilt and heal your woes; Pardon, and life, and endless peace; How rich the gift! how free the grace! |