1 I heard the blessed Saviour say,
“Poor, weary child of grief,
Come unto me with all your woes,
And I will give relief.

Chorus:
He calls, and waits,
He calls, and waits,
O weary one He calls and waits for thee.

2 I hearkened to His tender cry,
And tremblingly obeyed;
He whispered in my list’ning ear,
“Thy ransom has been paid.” [Chorus]

3 O, what sweet comfort I have found;
How calm and sweet my rest;
How freely I confide my all,
And lean on Jesus’ breast. [Chorus]