Christ My Song - 2173
With tearful eyes I look around
(Hugh White/Johannes Thomas Rüegg)
With tearful eyes I look around.
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. When the poor heart with anguish learns
that earthly props resigned must be,
and from each broken cistern turns,
it hears the accents, "Come to me!"
4. When against sin I strive in vain,
and cannot from its yoke get free,
sinking beneath the heavy chain,
the words arrest me, "Come to me!"
5. When nature shudders, loath to part
from all I love, enjoy, and see;
when a faint chill steals o'er my heart,
a sweet voice utters, "Come to me!"
6. "Come, for all else must fail and die;
earth is no resting-place for thee;
heavenward direct thy weeping eye;
I am thy portion; Come to me!"
7. O voice of mercy, voice of love!
In conflict, grief, and agony,
support me, cheer me from above,
and gently whisper, "Come to me!"
Hugh White, in: Philip Schaff: Christ in Song, 1870, 368-369.
(Some ascribe this hymn to Charlotte Elliott, perhaps erroneously.
I could not find it in her main hymn-collections.)