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Come to me, all ye so weary

Come to me, all ye so weary

Author: Laura E. Newell
Tune: [Come to Me, all ye so weary!]
Published in 2 hymnals

Audio files: MIDI

Representative Text

1 “Come to Me, all ye so weary!”
I was weary to despair,
And I longed for the green pastures
Of the heav’nly land so fair,
And I almost caught a glimmer
Of the radiance of the blest,
As unto my heart He whisper’d,
“Come to Me, I’ll give you rest.”

Refrain:
And as music softly stealeth
O’er the billows of the sea,
Thus upon my troubled spirit
Fell those accents, “Come to Me.”

2 “Come to Me, ye heavy laden!”
My sad heart was sore oppressed,
And my burden was so grievous
That the night brought me no rest,
‘Till I cried, “O blessed Father,
In compassion so divine,
Look Thou down in tender pity
On this aching heart of mine!” [Refrain]

3 All so anxious and so eager
Did I bend my list’ning ear,
Lest some word of His dear message
I should fail to catch or hear;
I forgot my heavy burden,
I had laid it at His feet,
In exchange for it He’d given
Me a song so new, so sweet. [Refrain]

4 O! the blessedness of hearing
This sweet message to my soul;
Tho’ the storms of life are tempests,
And the billows near me roll;
Yet I listen to His promise,
To the words I love the best,
“All ye weary, heavy-laden,
Come to Me, I’ll give you rest.” [Refrain]

Source: Consecrated Hymns #50

Author: Laura E. Newell

Born: Feb­ru­a­ry 5, 1854, New Marl­bo­rough, Con­nec­ti­cut. Died: Oc­to­ber 13, 1916, Man­hat­tan, Kan­sas. Daughter of Mr. and Edward A. Pixley, but orphaned as an infant, Laura was adopted by her aunt, then Mrs. Hiram Mabie, who at the time lived in New York. In 1858, the Mabie family moved to a farm south of where Wamego, Kansas, now stands. Two years after the move, Mr. Mabie died, and his wife resumed teaching. In 1860, Mrs. Mabie accepted a position in Topeka, Kansas, where she taught many years. Under her tutelage, Laura received her education. As early as age 12, Laura was writing rhymes, and two years later her poems began to appear in local newspapers. She had no thought of a literary career; she simply wrote… Go to person page >

Text Information

First Line: Come to me, all ye so weary
Author: Laura E. Newell
Refrain First Line: And as music softly stealeth

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Consecrated Hymns #50

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The Helper in Sacred Song #132

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