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When I get weary with toils of the day,
Off in the secret I kneel and pray;
There I can hear my Lord sweetly say,
“Come closer, my child, to me.”
Closer, my child, to me,
Closer, my child, to me;
Closer, my child, to me,
Come closer, come closer,
Closer, my child, to me.
When all around in this cold, dark land
Nothing encourages me to stand,
Jesus says, holding me by the hand,
“Come closer, my child, to me.”
Closer, my child, to me,
Closer, my child, to me;
Closer, my child, to me,
Come closer, come closer,
Closer, my child, to me.
When in afflictions I suffer long,
Jesus comes bringing this lovely song:
“Trust in my grace, and you shall be strong,
“Come closer, my child, to me.”
Closer, my child, to me,
Closer, my child, to me;
Closer, my child, to me,
Come closer, come closer,
Closer, my child, to me.
When I am meeting with trials severe,
When I am parting with loved ones here,
Looking to Jesus, His voice I can hear:
“Come closer, my child, to me.”
Closer, my child, to me,
Closer, my child, to me;
Closer, my child, to me,
Come closer, come closer,
Closer, my child, to me.
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