“How sweet are thy word unto my taste Ps 179-103
1 O word, of words the sweetest
O word in which there lie
All promises, all fulfillment,
And end of mystery!
Laminating, or rejoicing
With doubt or terror nigh,
I hear the “come!” of Jesus,
And to His cross I fly.
Chorus
“Come!…oh come to me!”
Come!…oh come to Me!
Weary, heavy-laden,
Come!.. oh come to me!
2 O soul! Why shouldst thou wander
From such a loving friend!
Cling closer, closer to Him,
Stay with Him to the end:
Alas! I am so helpless
So very full of sin
For I am ever wand’ring
And coming back again.
3 Oh, each time draw me nearer,
That soon the “Come” may be,
Naught but a gentle whisper,
To one close, close to Thee,
Then over sea and mountain
Far from, or near home,
I’ll take Thy hand and follow
At that sweet whisper, ‘Come!’