Come unto Me,
When shadows darkly gather,
When the sad heart is weary and distressed;
Seeking for comfort from your heavenly Fa­ther,
Come unto Me, and I will give you rest.

Ye who have mourned
When the spring flowers were taken
When the ripe fruit fell richly to the ground,
When the loved slept,
In brighter homes to waken,
Where their pale brows
With spirit-wreaths are crowned,

Large are the mansions in thy Fa­ther’s dwelling;
Glad are the homes that sorrows ne­ver dim;
Sweet are the harps in holy music swelling;
Soft are the tones
Which raise the heavenly hymn.

There, like an Eden
Blossoming in gladness,
Bloom the fair flowers
The earth too rudely pressed;
Come unto Me,
All ye who droop in sadness,
Come unto Me,
And I will give you rest.