Come

J. W. WALKER.

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

When in sickness, want, and woe,
Wand'ring from my Father's home,
Wilful oft, I answered, "No,"
To His loving, patient "Come,
Come, my child, your wand'rings cease.
Come, and dwell with me, in peace."

Did I heed that gentle voice,
Whispering sweetly in mine ear?
No; for worldly claims and noise
Filled my aching heart with fear.
Still the pleading did not cease—
"Come, and dwell with me, in peace."

Father, now thy wayward child
Hears Thy voice, and sees the light
Guiding thro' the storm-cloud wild
Into God's own presence bright.
Now at last my wand'rings cease,
For I dwell with Thee, in peace.

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