All Ye Who Seek A Certain Cure
In Trouble And Distress,
Whatever Sorrow Vex The Mind,
Or Guilt The Soul Oppress:
Jesus, Who Gave Himself For You
Upon The Cross To Die,
Opens To You His Sacred Heart:
O 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 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! Thou Joy Of Saints On High!
Thou Hope Of Sinners Here!
Attracted By Those Loving Words,
To Thee I Lift My Prayer.
Wash Thou My Wounds In That Dear Blood
Which Forth From Thee Doth Flow;
New Grace, New Hope Inspire;
A New And Better Heart Bestow.
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