I Hear The Sweet Welcome

I hear the sweet welcome, the echoes awaking,
That calls me to Jesus, my Saviour and Friend;
O, say, is there joy for the heart that is breaking?
A have at last when the voyage shall end?

“Come unto Me, all ye that labour and are heavy laden,
And I will give you rest;
Take My yoke upon you and learn of Me, and ye shall find rest,
Sweet rest unto your souls.”

How anxious the load of the sin that oppresses!
How eager the hopes in my bosom that burn!
O, God, could I speak what my trembling confesses,
In love would’st Thou bid a poor rebel return? [Chorus]

I come, Lord; I fly to the refuge provided,
No longer a rebel and stranger to grace;
From sin, and from sorrow, and danger divided,
I rest evermore in Thy loving embrace. [Chorus]