W. T. P. Wolston · Chapter 3.

Then the Lord turns round again to this restless, troubled world, and gives the loveliest invitation that ever fell on mortal cars. Resting Himself in the Father's perfect love, He calls every labouring, laden, restless soul to come to Him, undertaking to introduce the newcomer, whoever he may be, or whatever he may have been, to the same sphere of restful delight which He Himself had in the Father's love, spite of any surrounding circumstance. Never from His blessed lips fell there words more God-revealing, soul-need-meeting, love-begetting, and heartbreaking than these — "COME UNTO ME ALL YE THAT LABOUR AND ARE HEAVY LADEN, AND I WILL GIVE YOU REST."