Come Unto Him

I wander through the still of night When solitude is everywhere— Alone, beneath the starry light And yet I know that God is there I kneel upon the grass and pray An answer comes without a voice It takes my burden all away And makes my aching heart rejoice When I am filled with strong desire And ask a boon of him I see No miracle of living fire But what I ask flows into me And when the tempest rages high I feel no arm around me thrust But every storm goes rolling by When I repose in him my trust It matters not what may befall What threatening hand hangs over me He is my rampart through it all My refuge from my enemy, from my enemy Come unto him all ye depressed Ye erring souls whose eyes are dim Ye weary ones who long for rest Come unto him! Come unto him!