My heart, weary of mortal affections;
Yearned for one to rest upon:
All – sufficient, and eternal.
I thirsted, with a thirst,
That was more than desire:
Yea, an anguish, near unto death.
Then, heard I the voice of One
That laid His hand upon me,
And said, “Come unto Me,
And drink; believe on Me,
And I will give you rest.”
My heart leaped into my throat;
Leaving my mouth wresting
To form even a word …….
Yet, from the depths of my soul,
Burst forth a cry of instant adjuration:
“Oh Lord”, said I, ” I come unto Thee!”

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