Come unto Me, When Shadows Darkly Gather

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.