Come Ye Souls By Michael Card

Come Ye Souls

Come ye souls by, sin afflicted,

Bowed with fruitless, sorrow down;

By the broken, law convicted,

Through the cross, behold the crown;

Look to Jesus; Look to Jesus; Look to Jesus;
Mercy flows through Him alone.

Take His easy, yoke and wear it;

Love will make your, obedience sweet;

Christ will give you, strength to bear it,

While His grace, shall guide your feet

Safe to glory, Safe to glory, Safe to glory,
Where His ransomed captives meet.

Blessed are the, eyes that see Him,

Blest the ears that, hear His voice;

Blessèd are the, souls that trust Him,

And in Him, alone rejoice;

His commandments, His commandments, His commandments
Then become their happy choice.

Sweet as home to, pilgrims weary,

Light to newly, opened eyes,

Like full springs in, deserts dreary,

Is the rest, the cross supplies;

All who taste it, All who taste it, All who taste it
Shall to rest immortal rise.