Weary, burdened wanderer, there is rest for thee at the feet of Jesus in His love, so free. Listen to His message, words of life, forever blest. Oh, thou heavy-laden, come to me, come and rest.

There is freedom, taste and see. Hear the call, come to me. Run into His arms of grace. Your burden carried, He will take, He will take.

Bring Him all thy burdens, all thy guilt and sin. Mercy’s door is open, rise up and enter in.

There is freedom, taste and see. Hear the call, come to me. Run into His arms of grace. Your burden carried, He will take, oh, He will take.

Jesus, there is waiting patiently for thee. Hear Him gently calling, come, oh, come to me. Come, oh, come to me. Come, oh, come to me.

There is freedom, taste and see. Hear the call, come to me. Run into His arms of grace. Your burden carried, He will take. There is freedom, taste and see. Hear the call, come to me. Run into His arms of grace. Your burden carried, He will take.

Won’t you come? Won’t you come? There is freedom, taste and see. Hear the call, come to me. Run into His arms of grace. Your burden carried, He will take.

This song from The Village Church is on repeat in my mind tonight.