1 Come unto me, when shadows darkly gather, When the sad heart is weary and distrest, Seeking for comfort from your Heavenly Father, Come unto me, and I will give you rest! 2 Ye who have mourned when the spring-flowers were taken, When the ripe fruit fell richly to the ground, 3 Large are the mansions in thy Father's dwelling, 4 There, like an Eden blossoming in gladness, |