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Songs Old and New

... Collected Edition [by Elizabeth Charles]

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“HITHER TO ME!”

O King of men, when thousands thronging,
Gathered to Thee;
The thousand streams in one stream meeting—
The thousand hearts with one throb beating,
Hanging on Thee, hanging on Thee;
No pomp of state that crowd repelling,
All pressed to Thee!
Thou royally the throng addressing,
Divinely calledst each to blessing,
“Hither to Me! hither to Me!
“With labour worn and heavy laden,
Hither to Me!
The hardest yoke is easy near Me,
With Me is rest for all the weary,
Hither to Me! hither to Me!”

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Royal command and God-like promise—
“Hither to Me!”
O words whose links death cannot sever!
O balm for all life's ills for ever!—
“Hither to Me! hither to Me!”
Through nights of sorrow falling softly—
“Hither to Me!”
Earth's thousand noises piercing keenly,
O'er wildest storms they float serenely—
“Hither to Me! hither to Me!”
We hear them still, we hear them ever—
“Hither to Me!”
We hear them daily clearer, dearer,
Drawing us ever higher, nearer—
“Hither to Me! hither to Me!”
March 1863.
 

To a Melody of Mendelssohn's.

Luke xix. 48, v. margin.