Come, ye souls by sin afflicted

1Come, 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.

2Take 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.

3Sweet as home to pilgrims weary,
Light to newly opened eyes,
Or full spring in deserts dreary,
Is the rest the cross supplies;
All who taste it
Shall to rest immortal rise.