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Come, Call, Cleave

Come unto me, the Lord did say,

And I will give sweet rest.

For all the things that crowd thy mind,

Come find My will thy best.

I’ll bear thy every toilsome care for thee.

If thou wilt bring them unto me.

Call unto me, the Lord did say,

And I will give reply.

I’ll show thee great and mighty things,

You’ll find I’m ever nigh.

I’ll answer as it be my Holy will.

So, bid thy heart, Oh, peace be still!

Cleave unto me, the Lord did say,
And I will give reward.

For all thy service done down here,

In the Name of Christ thy Lord.

Unsung down here by voice of earthly men,

Rewarded richly there and then!

I am the Way, the Truth, the Life.

None in my presence dies.

For how can now death reign with Life,

And forever close thine eyes?

Look to the One who longs to bear thy grief,

And come, and call, and cleave!

Danielle E Patenaude