O, Comfort to the deary!

1O, Comfort to the deary! O, Joy to the oppressed!
"Come unto Me, ye weary, And I will give you rest."
O, come with all your weakness, Come with your load of woe;
And learn of him with meekness All righteousness to know.

2Enslaved of foolish error, Worn out by doubt and pain,
Reapers of doubt and terror, Come, cast away your chains!
Repentance the superstition And turn from vain tradition
To His redeeming word.

3Ye who the world have courted, And suffered from its spite;
Ye who with sin have sported, And felt its serpent bite;
Come, learn, your follies quitting, That souls self-gain is loss;
To Christ's light yoke submitting, Come, and take up the cross.

4O come, and make the trial; Christ's service is release;
If hard the self-denial, Its fruit is joy and peace.
His word your faith defending, Shall nerve you for the strife;
Peace all your steps attending; The prize,—eternal life!