With tearful eyes I look around
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With tearful eyes I look around;Life seems a dark and stormy sea,Yet, 'mid the gloom, I hear a sound,A heavenly whisper, "Come to me."
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It tells me of a place of rest;It tells me where my soul may flee:O, to the weary, faint, oppressed,How sweet the bidding, "Come to me.
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"Come, for all else must fail and die!Earth is no resting-place for thee;To heaven direct thy weeping eye,I am thy portion; come to me."
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O voice of mercy! voice of love!In conflict, grief, and agony,Support me, cheer me from above!And gently whisper, "Come to me."