Hymn 208 — Come, ye weary, heavy laden,
| 208 | J. HART (1712-1768) | 8.7.8.7.4.7. |
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Come, ye weary, heavy laden, Open wide stands mercy's door; Jesus ready waits to save you, Full of pity, love and power: He is able, He is willing, doubt no more. | |
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Let not conscience make you linger, Nor of fitness fondly dream; All the fitness God requireth Is to feel your need of Him: This He gives you, 'Tis the Spirit's rising beam. | |
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Come, ye weary, heavy laden, Lost and ruined by the fall; If you tarry till you're better, You will never come at all: Not the righteous, Sinners Jesus came to call. | |