All who are burdened and seeking respite.
All of the hopeless, wretched and desperate.
All who are worn out and feeling oppressed.
Come in and find your rest.
Bitter and sharp it runs down.
It doesn't ease it hides,
We aren′t deaf, we've heard.
I know that you′re guarded,
Sin is crouched at your door.
I′ve traded all of my sin
For healed wounds and rebirth.
All who are burdened and seeking respite.
All of the hopeless, wretched and desperate.
All who are worn out and feeling oppressed.
Come in and find your rest.
Come in and trade your tears.
All worry and ease your fears.
Your burden is not unknown.