Come unto Me.

WITH tearful eyes I look around, Life seems a dark and stormy sea; Yet, 'midst the gloom I hear a sound, A heav'nly whisper, "Come to me."

It tells me of a place of rest — It tells me where my soul may flee; Oh! to the weary, faint, oppress'd, How sweet the bidding, "Come to me."

When nature shudders, loth to part From all I love, enjoy, and see; When a faint chill steals o'er my heart, A sweet voice utters, "Come to me."

Come, for all else must fail and die; Earth is no resting place for thee; Heav'nward direct thy weeping eye; I am thy portion, "Come to me."

Oh, voice of mercy! voice of love! In conflict, grief, and agony, Support me, cheer me from above! And gently whisper, "Come to me."