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Kommt her zu mir, spricht Gottes Sohn
Come unto me, saith God’s own Son,
Ye heavy laden and undone,
With sin’s hard burden dealing;
Ye youth and elders, women, men,
I want to help you, for I can
Soon all your ills be healing.
My yoke is sweet, my burden light,
Whoe’er it bears with me aright,
The fires of hell shall flee from;
I’ll help him faithfully, it bear,
That through myself he gain as heir,
The eternal heav’nly kingdom.
What I did, what I suffered here,
In life, early and late did bear,
That shall you too be doing;
Yes, what men think, and say and do,
That shall work out for good anew,
When God's will they're pursuing.
Gladly the world would too be saved
If scorn and pain need not be braved,
Which all true Christians suffer;
Nor can it, may other be;
Therefore yield himself willingly,
Who'd shun hell's pang forever.
Therefore, mark well, ye Christian band,
Ye who to God committed stand,
Your effort ne'er be ruing;
To God's most holy Word adhere,
This is the soul's treasure most dear;
God is your joy renewing.
(This song can be found in the hymnal 'Christian Hymnary' and in the CD 'Anabaptist Martyr Hymns' recorded by the Overholt Family. For further information regarding the hymnal and CD, please contact CHRISTIAN HYMNARY PUBLISHERS - P.O. Box 7159 Pinecraft, Sarasota, Florida 34278 U.S.A.)
Kommt her zu mir, spricht Gottes Sohn
Come unto me, saith God’s own Son,
Ye heavy laden and undone,
With sin’s hard burden dealing;
Ye youth and elders, women, men,
I want to help you, for I can
Soon all your ills be healing.
My yoke is sweet, my burden light,
Whoe’er it bears with me aright,
The fires of hell shall flee from;
I’ll help him faithfully, it bear,
That through myself he gain as heir,
The eternal heav’nly kingdom.
What I did, what I suffered here,
In life, early and late did bear,
That shall you too be doing;
Yes, what men think, and say and do,
That shall work out for good anew,
When God's will they're pursuing.
Gladly the world would too be saved
If scorn and pain need not be braved,
Which all true Christians suffer;
Nor can it, may other be;
Therefore yield himself willingly,
Who'd shun hell's pang forever.
Therefore, mark well, ye Christian band,
Ye who to God committed stand,
Your effort ne'er be ruing;
To God's most holy Word adhere,
This is the soul's treasure most dear;
God is your joy renewing.
(This song can be found in the hymnal 'Christian Hymnary' and in the CD 'Anabaptist Martyr Hymns' recorded by the Overholt Family. For further information regarding the hymnal and CD, please contact CHRISTIAN HYMNARY PUBLISHERS - P.O. Box 7159 Pinecraft, Sarasota, Florida 34278 U.S.A.)
