“When wilt thou come unto me?”-Psalms 101:2
1 Come to me Lord, when first I wake,
As the faint lights of morning break;
Bid purest thoughts within me rise,
Like crystal dew-drops to the skies.
2 Come to me in the sultry noon,
Or earth’s low communing will soon
Of thy dear Face, eclipse the light,
And change my fairest day to night.
3 Come to me in the evening shade,
And if my heart from thee hath-strayed,
Oh brings it back, and from afar smile
On me like Thine ev’ning star.
4 Come to me in the midnight hour,
When sleep withhold its balmy pow’r
Me alone spirit find her rest,
Like John, upon my saviour’s breast.
5 Come to me through life’s varied way.
And when its pulse cease to play then savior,
Bid me come to thee,
That where thou art, thy child may be.