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I had wandered off from Heaven,
On the mountains cold and gray,
When I heard my Savior calling,
To His lost sheep far away;
How I listened as the tear drops
Coursed adown like falling rain,
While His tender words of promise,
Made my spirit glad again.
“Come, oh, come to Me,” said Jesus,
Come and I will give you rest,
I will take away the burden
From the heavy laden breast.
No matter who the wand’rer,
Nor how far he’s gone astray,
Behold, whosoever cometh,
I will comfort him today.
I was working in the temple
With the Savior by my side,
Where the multitude assembled,
In its misery and pride;
Glancing upward from my labor
I just caught His distant smile,
“You have placed your work between us,
Come and talk with Me awhile.”
“Come, oh, come to Me,” said Jesus,
Come and I will give you rest,
I will take away the burden
From the heavy laden breast.
No matter who the wand’rer,
Nor how far he’s gone astray,
Behold, whosoever cometh,
I will comfort him today.
Many early friends had left me,
While the vacant room and chair,
Were reminders of the prices
I had paid down to be there;
I was brooding o’er my losses
When the Savior spoke to me,
“You have let your sorrows settle,
Like a cloud ’tween Me and thee.”
“Come, oh, come to Me,” said Jesus,
Come and I will give you rest,
I will take away the burden
From the heavy laden breast.
No matter who the wand’rer,
Nor how far he’s gone astray,
Behold, whosoever cometh,
I will comfort him today.
Then I saw at once that Jesus
Could be better far than all;
He could lighten up the pathway,
Could surround me like a wall;
He could take the place of loved ones,
Wipe the falling tears away,
Turn my sorrows into laughter,
Change the night-tide into day.
“Come, oh, come to Me,” said Jesus,
Come and I will give you rest,
I will take away the burden
From the heavy laden breast.
No matter who the wand’rer,
Nor how far he’s gone astray,
Behold, whosoever cometh,
I will comfort him today.
So I heard the Savior calling,
“Come thou weary one away,”
And my answer quickly followed,
“Lord, I’m coming home today”;
Now His loving arms are round me,
And my head is on His breast,
While I catch His faintest whisper,
And my spirit is at rest.
“Come, oh, come to Me,” said Jesus,
Come and I will give you rest,
I will take away the burden
From the heavy laden breast.
No matter who the wand’rer,
Nor how far he’s gone astray,
Behold, whosoever cometh,
I will comfort him today.
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Meter:
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8 7 8 7 D and refrain
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Bible Refs:
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Mt 11:28;
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THE WANDERER
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8 7 8 7 D and refrain
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