Come unto me, all ye that labour, and heavy burdens bear, Take, oh, take My yoke upoyou, Trust My tender care; Let your heart be meek and lowly, Gentle be your mind; Learn of Me and peace abiding Shall your spirit find. Come unto me, all ye that labour, and I will give you rest Hear His voice in accents pleading find His promised rest. Ye who bow in sorrow, heeding, Lean upon His breast; Not a sparrow ever falleth, But His eye doth see; Who these words of tender comfort Speaks to you and me. Thought the burden laid upon you Crushing seems to be, Cast your load of care upon Him, All His goodness see. Oh, come unto Him and He will give you rest. Words: L. L. Ingraham Music: Franz Schubert Arranged: Ira B. Wilson