p. 206 | Come unto Me

The Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · Nov 28, 1865

Come unto Me

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"Come unto Me."

WHY will ye live unblest, Ye restless crowds in pleasure's domes assembling? And ye who labor 'neath your burdens trembling, Come unto Me, and I will give you rest.

The wild dove hath her nest; Earth, in her bosom shields the timid hare; Flowers sleep 'neath heaven's azure fane; but where, Except ye come to Me, shall ye find rest?

Ye of the troubled heart, Weighed down with sorrow, and of life aweary, Whose paths extend through deserts waste and dreary, Come then to Me, I will relief impart.

Ye children bright and free, Come with cloudless brows entwined with blossoms, Ere sin and care assail your peaceful bosoms; Of such my kingdom is, Come unto Me.

In life's glad summer, come! Earth's lovely things, the beautiful and gay, Are they not swept as autumn leaves away? So pass your hopes and visions to the tomb.

Though by the world caressed, Though all its treasures glitter at your feet, And life's young years with rapture be replete, Oh, what are these to Heaven! a Heaven of rest.

The wild dove hath her nest, Earth, in her bosom shields the timid hare; Flowers sleep 'neath heaven's azure fane, but where, Except ye come to Me, shall ye find rest?