Come to me you weary soul
Come rest beneath my wing.
Give to me complete control
Joy to You I’ll bring.
Come to me down cast heart,
Give all your cares to me.
From you I will not depart,
Blessings you shall see.
Come to me who has such pain,
That is all you have to bring.
For in you what will remain,
Is the sweetest offering.
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