Come unto Him
Author: Theodore E. Curtis
Composer: Hugh W. Dougall
Languages (28)
This song text has been indexed at SingPraises.net in the following languages:
- Cebuano: Duol Ngadto Kaniya
- Chinese (Traditional): 來歸向祂
- Croatian: Priđite mu, priđite!
- Danish: Kom hen til ham
- Dutch: Kom tot Hem
- English: Come unto Him
- English Braille: ⠠⠉⠕⠍⠑ ⠥⠝⠞⠕ ⠠⠓⠊⠍
- Finnish: Tulkaa Herran luo
- French: Allez à Lui
- German: Kommt zu ihm
- Italian: Venite a Lui
- Japanese: 来たれ,主のもとに
- Kekchi: Chalqex rikʼin
- Khmer (Cambodian): សូមមករកទ្រង់
- Korean: 그분께 오라
- Latvian: Nāciet pie Viņa!
- Mongolian: Түүнд хүрч ирцгээ
- Norwegian: Kom til ham
- Portuguese: A Ele Vinde
- Romanian: Veniți la El
- Russian: Придите к Нему
- Samoan: O Mai ia te Ia
- Spanish: Venid a Él
- Swedish: Kom till honom
- Tagalog: Mangagsilapit sa Kanya
- Thai: จงมาหาพระองค์
- Tongan: Haʻu Kiate Ia
- Ukrainian: Прийдіть до Мене!
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Copyright status of original text
This text was first published in English, in 1927 or earlier.
Public domain
Earliest source indexed at SingPraises.net: Latter-day Saint Hymns (1927-a), no. 288.
Representative lyrics
English (Original Language)
1. I wander through the still of night, When solitude is ev’rywhere— Alone, beneath the starry light, And yet I know that God is there. I kneel upon the grass and pray; An answer comes without a voice. It takes my burden all away And makes my aching heart rejoice.
2. When I am filled with strong desire And ask a boon of him, I see No miracle of living fire, But what I ask flows into me. And when the tempest rages high I feel no arm around me thrust, But ev’ry storm goes rolling by When I repose in him my trust.
3. It matters not what may befall, What threat’ning hand hangs over me; He is my rampart through it all, My refuge from mine enemy. Come unto him all ye depressed, Ye erring souls whose eyes are dim, Ye weary ones who long for rest. Come unto him! Come unto him!
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