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Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · Dec 17, 1872

FromReview and Herald, Vol. 41, No. 1.

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COME TO ME.

With tearful eyes I look around, Life seems a dark and stormy sea; Yet midst the gloom I hear the sound, A heavenly whisper, Come to me!
It tells me of a place of rest; It tells me where the soul may flee; Oh! to the weary, faint, oppressed, How sweet the bidding, Come to me!
When the poor heart with anguish learns That earthly props resigned must be; And from each broken cistern turns, It hears the accents, Come to me!
When against sin I strive in vain, And cannot from its yoke get free; Sinking beneath the heavy chain, The words arrest me, 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; Heavenward direct thy weeping eye; I am thy portion, Come to me!
O voice of mercy, voice of love! In conflict, grief, and agony, Support me, cheer me from above, And gently whisper, Come to me!