1 With tearful eyes I look around;
Life seems a dark and stormy sea;
Yet, mid the gloom, I hear a sound;
A heavenly whisper, "Come to me!"
2 It tells me of a place of rest;
It tells me where my soul may flee;
O, to the weary, faint, oppressed,
How sweet the bidding, "Come to me!"
3 Come, for all else must fail and die;
Earth is no resting place for thee;
To heaven direct, thy weeping eye;
I am thy portion, "Come to me!"
4 O, voice of mercy, voice of love!
In conflict, grief, and agony,
Support me, cheer me from above,
And gently whisper, "Come to me!"
1 Come unto me all ye that labor and are heavy laden,
And I will give you rest.
2 Take my yoke upon you and learn of me,
For I am weak and lowly in heart.
3 And ye shall find rest unto your souls.
For my yoke is easy, and my burden light.
1 Wherewithal shall a young man cleanse his way?
By taking heed thereto according to thy word.
2 Blessed are they that keep his testimonies,
They that seek him with a whole heart.
3 He that doeth these things shall never be moved.
Blessed art thee, O Lord, teach me thy statutes.
Text Information | |
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First Line: | With tearful eyes I look around |
Title: | Chant--Come to me |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1867 |
Notes: | Public Domain. |
Tune Information | |
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Name: | [With tearful eyes I look around] |
Key: | C Major |
Notes: | Public Domain. |