Come to Me

1With tearful eyes I look around;
Life seems a dark and stormy sea,
Yet, mid the gloom,
I hear a sound,
A heav'nly whisper,
“Come to Me.”

2It 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 heav'n direct thy weeping eye,
I am thy portion; come to Me.”

4O voice of mercy! voice of love!
In conflict, grief and agony,
Support me, cheer me from above!
And gently whisper,
“Come to Me.”