COME UNTO ME

By Nannie R. Glass

“Come unto me!” Ah, gentlest word

E'er breathed in human ear!

“I am thy Savior and thy Lord;

Dear child, thou need'st not fear.

“Come unto me in sorrow's hour

When life seems dark and drear;

I'll shield thee from the tempter's power;

Dear child, thou need'st not fear.

“Come unto me when hopes have flown

Like leaves wind-swept and sere,

When every joy thou may'st bemoan;

Dear child, thou need'st not fear.

“Come unto me. I'll give thee rest,

Will wipe away each tear;

Come lean thy head upon my breast;

Dear child, thou need'st not fear.”