Aug 10th, 2017
Come Unto Him
I wander through the still of night,When solitude is ev’rywhere—Alone, beneath the starry light,And yet I know that God is there.I kneel upon the grass and pray;An answer comes without a voice.It takes my burden all awayAnd makes my aching heart rejoice.
When I am filled with strong desireAnd ask a boon of him, I seeNo miracle of living fire,But what I ask flows into me.And when the tempest rages highI feel no arm around me thrust,But ev’ry storm goes rolling byWhen I repose in him my trust.
It matters not what may befall,What threat’ning hand hangs over me;He is my rampart through it all,My refuge from mine enemy.Come unto him all ye depressed,Ye erring souls whose eyes are dim,Ye weary ones who long for rest.Come unto him! Come unto him!Text: Theodore E. Curtis, 1872–1957Music: Hugh W. Dougall, 1872–1963