1.

O come to Me, all ye who labor, burdened and forlorn;
Each weary soul true rest in Me shall find.
The pow’r for this I’m given, for your punishment I’ve borne,
Thus from My Father’s hand this right is Mine.
The straying sheep I’ll guide unto My Father’s land of light;
There’s place for all of those who have been lost.
There’s no respect of persons, class, or country in My sight;
I’ll heal the brokenhearted, tempest-tossed.

2.

My yoke is truly easy and My burden, it is light.
Your soul will learn of meekness here from Me.
Your heart will come to rest as you in lowliness delight.
From bondage you’ll be set completely free.
The keys of death are Mine, because all sin I overcame,
The way into the sanctuary made.
If you with Me are willing to bear hatred, death, and shame,
Press on! Be not discouraged or afraid.

3.

O precious soul, through barren waste and wilderness you go;
An anchor for your soul you cannot find.
But there’s, in truth, a Comforter and Rock I’ve come to know.
His Father-heart has just your best in mind.
So listen to Him closely and to every Word take heed.
He’ll free you from all Satan’s binding claim.
His child on earth He’ll make you, and you’ll be His own indeed.
He’ll set you free from all sin’s dross and shame.

Written by Edwin Bekkevold (published in 1929)Text © Stiftelsen Skjulte Skatters ForlagNorway ⋅ G