COME unto me, ye who are tired and sad; Come unto me, that I may give you rest; Come unto me, and I will make you glad; Come and be blest. Come, ye who struggle in a gulf of shame; Come, ye whose sin God only will forgive; Come! for I have for you a new, white name; Arise and live. Come, ye who see not, through the misty night, The stars that out of God's own windows shine; Come unto me, and I will give you light, Human, divine. My heart is yearning with a strong desire To fold the world in tender, close embrace; Come to me through the sanctifying fire That hides my face. |