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

Jesus, who gave himself for thee
Upon the Cross to die,
Opens to thee his sacred heart;
Oh, to that heart draw nigh.

Ye hear how kindly he invites;
Ye hear his words so blest;
"All ye that labour, come to me
And I will give ye 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 lift my pray'r

Wash thou my wounds in that dear blood,
Which forth from thee did flow.
New grace, new hope inspire, anew
And better heart bestow.