All you who seek a comfort sure
in trouble and distress,
whatever sorrow vex the mind,
Or guilt the sorrow oppress,

Jesus, who gave himself for you
upon the cross to die,
Opens to you his sacred heart.
Oh, to that heart draw nigh.

You hear how kindly he invites;
you hear his words so blest:
All you that labour 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 you joy of saints on high,
You hope of sinners here,
attracted by those loving words
to you we lift our prayer.

Wash you my wounds in that dear blood,
which forth from you did flow;
new grace, new hope inspire, a new
and better heart bestow.