Tune: St Peter
('How sweet the name of Jesus sounds')
Matthew 11 v.28-30
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Come to me weary, burdened souls
And I shall make you whole
Says Jesus to us, Come to me
Receive my peace freely
All you that labour and heavy
Laden in life you be
And I will give you comfort, rest
In me you shall be blest
Take my yoke upon you, and learn
From me, I meek, discern
You, and I be lowly in heart
Shall not from you depart
And you shall so find rest for your
Souls, it my promise sure
For my yoke is easy, and my
Burden is light, no lie
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Author:
orchidee (
Offline) - Published: November 4th, 2025 03:10
- Comment from author about the poem: A hymn-poem in 8.6.8.6. Jesus does not say if our burden is physical, spiritual, emotional, or what. It could include all these areas.
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Comments1
Orchi you have done another good one and just as all artists sign their work, I see your signature at the bottom of this poem in the last two words. The made me smile, no lie. Good one Orchi
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