Come to me, Joys of Heaven!
Breathe in thy summer air
A balm—the long lost leaven
Dissolving death, despair.
O little Heart!
To me thou art
A sign that never can depart.
Come to me, Peace on Earth!
From out life's billowy sea,—
A wave of welcome birth—
The Life that lives in Thee.
O Love divine!
The Heart of Thine
Is all I need to comfort mine.
Come when the shadows fall,
And night grows deeply dark;
The barren brood, oh call
With song of morning lark;
And from above,
Dear Heart of Love,
Lend us thy white-winged dove.
Copyrighted, 1899, by Mary Baker G. Eddy.
