Come Hither, All Ye Weary Souls WILLINGTON—F. W. Williams Come Hither, All Ye Weary Souls 1 Come hither, all ye weary souls, Ye heavy laden sinners, come; I’ll give you rest from all your toils, And raise you to My heav’nly home. 2 They shall find rest that learn of Me; I’m of a meek and lowly mind; But passion rages like the sea, And pride is restless as the wind. 3 Blest is the mans whose shoulders take My yoke, and bear it with delight; My yoke is easy to his neck, My grace shall make