Text: | With Tearful Eyes |
1 With tearful eyes I look around;
Life seems a dark and stormy sea;
Yet 'midst the gloom I hear a sound,
A heavenly whisper, "Come to me!"
2 It tells me of a place of rest
It tells me where my soul may flee;
Oh! to the weary, faint, oppressed,
How sweet the bidding, "Come to me."
3 Come, for all else must fall and die,
Earth is no resting-place for thee;
Heavenward direct thy weeping eye;
I am thy portion, "Come to me."
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First Line: | With tearful eyes I look around |
Title: | With Tearful Eyes |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1895 |