The Message So Sweet

There is nothing can be half so precious to me,
When my spirit by care is oppressed;
As the message so sweet, it is bliss to repeat:--
“Come, come unto me, and rest.”

Jesus leads me aright, turneth darkness to light,
Sheds the halo of peace o’er my breast
Oh, the message so sweet, it is bliss to repeat;--
“Come, come unto me, and rest.”

He is calling to me, His salvation is free,
Shall I linger, weak, sinful, distressed?
Oh, the message so sweet, it is bliss to repeat:--
“Come, come unto me, and rest.”

He is calling me now, in His presence I bow,
All His love and His goodness confessed
Oh, the message so sweet, it is bliss to repeat:--
“Come, come unto me, and rest.”

I will work, I will sing, for my Saviour, my King;
And of gifts I will bring Him the best;
Oh, the message so sweet, it is bliss to repeat:--
“Come, come unto me, and rest.”