to GOD be the GLORY
~ Come My Child ~
By Deborah Ann
Come unto Me, My child . . .
such sweet music to my ears
Come unto Me, Jesus calls . . .
O’ how these words I love to hear.
Come unto Me, My daughter . . .
such tenderness Jesus has for me
Come unto Me, His words are like . . .
sweet nectar to a honeybee.
Come unto Me, My beloved . . .
such comfort in three little words
Come unto Me, Jesus whispers . . .
O’ the sweetest phrase I’ve ever heard.
Come unto Me, My little one . . .
such compassion, hope and love
Come unto Me, Jesus tells me . . .
sweet syllables falling from above.
Come unto Me, My child,
and I will give you rest . . .
Come unto Me, Jesus calls
O’ how my soul these words bless!
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“Come unto me,
all ye that labour and are heavy laden,
and I will give you rest.“
King James Version
by Public Domain
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