Come unto me when shadows darkly gather
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Come unto me when shadows darkly gather,When the sad heart is weary and distressed;Seeking for comfort from your heavenly Father,Come unto me, and I will give you rest.
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Large are the mansions in our Father's dwelling,Glad are those homes that sorrows never dim;Sweet are the harps in holy music swelling,Soft are the tones that raise the heavenly hymn.
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There, like an Eden blossoming in gladness,Bloom the fair flowers by earth so rudely pressed;Come unto him all ye who droop in sadness,"Come unto me, and I will give you rest."