Come, said Jesus' sacred voice

192 St. Bees. 7. 7. 7. 7.

1 Come, said Jesus' sacred voice,
   Come, and make My paths your choice;
   I will guide you to your home;
   Weary pilgrim, hither come.

2 Thou who, homeless, sole, forlorn,
   Long hast borne the proud world’s scorn,
   Long hast roamed the barren waste,
   Weary pilgrim, hither haste.

3 Ye who, tossed on beds of pain,
   Seek for ease, but seek in vain;
   Ye, by fiercer anguish torn,
   In remorse for guilt who mourn;

4 Hither come, for here is found
   Balm that flows for every wound,
   Peace that ever shall endure,
   Rest eternal, sacred, sure.
                         Anna L. Barbauld
                        The Methodist Hymnal 1939 edition