1.With tearful eyes I look around;Life seems a dark and stormy sea,Yet, mid 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:O, to the weary, faint, oppressed,How sweet the bidding, "Come to me.3."Come, for all else must fail and die!Earth is no resting place for thee;To heav'n direct thy weeping eye,I am thy portion; come to me."4.O voice of mercy! voice of love!In conflict, grief, and agony,Support me, cheer me from above!And gently whisper, "Come to me."