Come Ye Souls By Sin Afflicted
1 Come, ye souls by sin afflicted, Bowed with fruitless sorrow down;
By the broken law convicted, Through the cross behold the crown;
Look to Jesus; Mercy flows through him alone.
2 Take his easy yoke and wear it; Love will make obedience sweet;
Christ will give you strength to bear it, While his wisdom guides your feet
Safe to glory, Where his ransomed captives meet.
3 Blessed are the eyes that see him, Blest the ears that hear his voice;
Blessed are the souls that trust him, And in him alone rejoice:
His commandments Then become their happy choice.
4 Sweet as home to pilgrim's weary, Light to newly opened eyes,
Or full springs in deserts dreary, Is the rest the cross supplies:
All who taste it Shall to rest immortal rise.