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1 With tearful eyes I look around;
Life seems a dark and stormy sea;
Yet 'midst 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;
Oh! to the weary, faint, oppressed,
How sweet the bidding, "Come to me."

3 Come, for all else must fall and die,
Earth is no resting-place for thee;
Heavenward direct thy weeping eye;
I am thy portion, "Come to me."



International Song Service: with Bright Gems from fifty authors, for Sunday-schools, gospel meetings, missionary and young people's societies, prayer-meetings, etc. #193

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:
Oh, 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!"

Laudes Domini: a selection of spiritual songs ancient and modern #647

1. With tearful eyes I look around;
Life seems a dark and stormy sea;
Yet, midst 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. 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.

4. 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.

5. When nature shudders, loath 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.

6. Come, for all else must fall and die;
Earth is no resting-place for thee;
Heavenward direct thy weeping eye,
I am thy portion; come to Me.

7. O voice of mercy! voice of love!
In conflict, grief, and agony,
Support me, cheer me from above,
And gently whisper, Come to Me.

The Cyber Hymnal #7698

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:
Oh, to the weary, faint, opprest,
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!"

Amen.

The Hymnal, Revised and Enlarged, as adopted by the General Convention of the Protestant Episcopal Church in the United States of America in the year of our Lord 1892 #631

1 With tearful eyes I look around;
Life seems a dark and stormy sea;
Yet, midst 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 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."

4 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."

5 When nature shudders, loath 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.

6 "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."

7 O voice of mercy! voice of love!
In conflict, grief, and agony,
Support me, cheer me from above,
And gently whisper, "Come to Me."

Amen.

The Hymnal: published by the Authority of the General Assembly of the Presbyterian Church in the U.S.A. #646

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.



The Little Minstrel: a collection of songs and music, with lessons of instruction, mathematically arranged plan of notation #89

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, faith, 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."

The Seventh-Day Adventist Hymn and Tune Book: for use in divine worship #430

1 With tearful eyes I look around;
Life seems a dark and stormy sea;
Yet midst 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:
Oh, to the weary, faith, 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!

The Voice of Praise: a collection of hymns for the use of the Methodist Church #839