Come

Come
All you who wearily
Toil, tire and tear
For the lost and the saved
Shelter awaits your frailty
Receive His yoke, flee the burden
Leave it all
Quiet the soul in lowly plea
Request, Reveal, Revere
His Spirit is easy, yours is heavy
Breathe His silence
Exhale your saddle
Decree His goodness
Inhabit His sanction
Rest in the quarters of His love
Then, rise up, press on
Enliven His upward call
Until your will has rusted
And His runs a blazing