1 Sweet as the tones that from the harp of nature
Wake, when the day is fading in the west,
Swiftly and gently fall the words of promise,
Come unto me and I will give you rest.
Peace troubled souls, in lonely sorrow pining,
Cast all your care on him who loves you best;
He is your Shepherd, Saviour and Redeemer,
Come unto him and he will give you rest.

Refrain:
Come, come, O come unto him!
Come, come, O come unto him!
His heart has borne your fears,
His eye has seen your tears,
Come, come, O come unto him!
Come, come, O come unto him!
O ye with toil oppressed,
O come unto him and rest.

2 What tho’ the storms may gather darkly o’er you,
Why should you fear when his is still your guide?
What though the surges wildly dash around you,
Fly to the Rock, and safely there abide.
Come unto Him, O weary, heavy laden,
Come and repose forever on his breast;
He will not leave you friendless and forsaken,
Come unto him and he will give you rest. [Refrain]

3 Come unto him in times of deepest trial,
Ask and receive the bliss of answered prayer;
Learn of the lowly, take his yoke upon you,
And you will find his burden light to bear.
There is a joy for ev’ry throb of anguish,
There is a calm that nothing can molest;
There is a mansion now for you preparing,
Come unto him and he will give you rest. [Refrain]