Come unto me at the morning

1 Come unto me at the morning hour,
While the world is fresh with dew,
While life is fair, and ye have no care,
You can have no friend more true,
You can have no friend more true.

Chorus:
We come, We come in the days of youth,
Dear Saviour, we come to thee,
While the morn is fair, and we have no care,
Dear Saviour, We come to thee.

2 Come unto me in the sweet spring time,
E're the flowers of youth are past,
While no foes you fear, and no days are drear,
And the sky ne'er overcast,
And the sky ne'er overcast. [Chorus]

3 Come unto me at the morning hour,
With accents of praise and prayer,
Let your songs ascend, to your Heavenly Friend,
Who hath you in his care,
Who hat you in his care. [Chorus]

4 Come unto me at the evening hour,
E're sleep your senses still,
And bless the constant Heavenly Power,
And bow before his will,
And bow before his will. [Chorus]

5 Come unto me, ye youthful throng,
No better time can be,
Who loveth me, and who trusteth me.
These shall my glory see,
These shall my glory see. [Chorus]

Source: The Little Sower for Sabbath Schools #76