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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.

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Come to me in the evening shade, And if my heart from thee hath-strayed, Oh brings it back, and from afar smile On me like Thine ev'ning star.

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Come to me in the midnight hour, When sleep withhold its balmy pow'r Me alone spirit find her rest, Like John, upon my saviour's breast.

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Come to me through life's varied way; And when its pulse cease to play then savior, Bid me come to thee, That where thou art, thy child may be.