321. All ye who seek for sure relief

All ye who seek for sure relief

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:

Oh, 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."

O Jesus, 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.