Come to me, Lord, when first I wake

By Henry Virtue Tebbs, 1855

Come to me, Lord, when first I wake,
As the faint lights of morning break;
Bid purest thoughts within me rise,
Like crystal dewdrops to the skies.

Come to me in the sultry noon,
Or earth's low communings will soon
Of thy dear face eclipse the light,
And change my fairest day to night.

Come to me in the evening shade,
And, if my heart from thee hath strayed,
O bring it back, and at thy side
Securely let me there abide.

Come to me in the midnight hour,
When sleep withholds its balmy power;
Let my lone spirit find her rest,
Like John, upon my Savior's breast.

Come to me through life's varied way,
And when its pulses cease to play,
Then, Savior, bid me come to thee,
That where thou art, thy child may be.