Come

Come, soul, for thou art weary;

Rest at My table here.

The bread you'll find life-giving,

My wine thy soul shall heal.

Come, soul, for thou art troubled;

Rest in My arms awhile.

My strength is never waning;

Come, rest thy heart from guile.

Come, soul, for thou art hurting;

I all thy prayers have heard.

In thy quiet moments, Child,

Find strength within My word.

Go, soul, for thou art strengthened;

And in My Love abide.

Spread My words to ev'ryone;

And I thy hand shall guide.

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