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.
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.
Come to me in the evening shade,
And if my heart from thee
Oh bring it back, and from afar
Smile on me like thine ev’ning star.
Come to me in the midnight hour,
When sleep withholds its balmy pow’r;
Let my lone spirit find her rest,
Like John, upon my Saviour’s breast.
Come to me through life’s varied way,
And when its pulses ceases to play.
Then, Saviour, bid me come to thee,
That where thou art, thy child may be.