Come, Weary, Anxious, Laden Soul

Verse 1 Come, weary, anxious, laden soul,
To Jesus come, and be made whole;
On Him your heavy burden roll—
Come, anxious sinner, come!

Verse 2 Behold the cross on which He died;
Behold His wounded, bleeding side:
Come, in His precious love confide—
Come, anxious sinner, come!

Verse 3 True joy the world can ne’er afford,
’Tis found alone in Christ the Lord,
In Him for wretched sinners stored—
Come, anxious sinner, come!

Verse 4 God loves to hear the contrite cry,
He loves to see the tearful eye,
To read the spirit’s deepfelt sigh—
Come, anxious sinner, come!

Verse 5 Oh, if to Jesus you repair,
You’ll find eternal comfort there,
And soon shall heavenly glory share—
Come, anxious sinner, come!