Lone and weary, sad and dreary, l,ord, I would Thy call obey;
Thee believing, Christ receiving,
1 would come to Thee to-day.
I am coming, I am coming,
Coming, Saviour, to be blest;
I am coming, I am coming,
Coming, Lord, to Thee for rest!
Thou, the Holy, Meek, and Lowly,
Jesus, unto Thee I come;
Keep me ever, let me never
From Thy blessed keeping roam.
Here abiding, in Thee hiding,
Seeks my weary soul to rest;
Till the dawning of the morning,
When I wake among the blest.
Be Thou near me, keep and cheer me,
Through life's dark and stormy way;
Turn my sadness into gladness,
Turn my darkness into day.