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L. M.
Come unto me.
Matt. 11:28.
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, 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!