All You Who Seek a Comfort Sure - Lyrics

All ye who seek a comfort sure In trouble and distress Whatever sorrows vex the mind Or guilt the soul oppress

Jesus who gave Himself for you Upon the cross to die Opens to you His sacred heart O to that heart draw nigh

Ye hear how kindly He invites Ye hear His words so blest “All ye that labor come to me And I will give you rest

What meeker than the Saviour’s Heart As on the Cross He lay It did His murderers forgive And for their pardon pray

O Heart Thou joy of Saints on high Thou hope of sinners here Attracted by those loving words To Thee I life my prayer

Wash thou my wounds in that dear Blood Which forth from Thee doth flow New grace new hope inspire a new And better heart bestow