All ye who seek a comfort sure 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 labor 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.