11s & 10s.

Come unto me.

Come unto me, when shadows darkly gather,

When the sad heart is weary and distrest,

Seeking for comfort from your heavenly Father,

Come unto me, and I will give you rest!

2 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.