1
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.

2
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.

3
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."