Come unto Him

Words by Theodore E. Curtis

Music by Hugh W. Dougall

Images © iStock/Thinkstock

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 away

And makes my aching heart rejoice.

When I am filled with strong desire

And ask a boon of Him, I see

No miracle of living fire,

But what I ask flows into me.

And when the tempest rages high

I feel no arm around me thrust,

But ev’ry storm goes rolling by

When I repose in Him my trust.

It matters now 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!