"Come Unto Me"

"Come Unto Me"

"Come unto me all ye that labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest."

Come unto me ye who are sore opprest;

The white haired sire, the young and tender maiden -

"Come unto me and I will give you rest."

Ye who have seen the clouds of tempest cover

All that the earth had promised fair and bright;

Ye who have seen death's pinion's darkly hover,

Quenching the life that was a joy and light; -

Come unto me, though shadows round you gather,

Though the sad heart is weary and distrest;

Then ask for comfort from a heavenly Father -

"Come unto me and I will give you rest."

Ye who are mourning o'er the young and cherished,

Ye who have laid the lovely in the earth;

Ye who have wept when the young infant perished.

Ere it had lisped its little words of mirth; -

Come unto me, and see its wings of brightness,

The fading flower that withered on thy breast,

Thou shalt receive it in its robe of whiteness -

"Come unto me, and I will give you rest."

Ye who have mourned when autumn leaves were taken,

When the ripe fruit fell richly to the ground;

When the old slept, in brighter homes to waken,

When their pale brows with glory wreaths were crowned.

Ye who have sighed for kindred voice to bless you,

Ye who so oft its gentle tones have blest,

Come, where in peace they shall again caress you -

"Come unto me, and I will give you rest."

Large are the mansions in yon heavenly dwelling.

Glad are the homes no sorrows ever 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 prest;

Then thither haste, all ye who mourn in sadness -

"Come unto me, and I will give you rest."

Miss Catharine H. Waterman

3:7, p. 4

1839.02.23

From the Christian Keepsake