Come. by R. M. Maccheyne.

"I love them that love me, and those that seek me early shall find me".(Proverbs8:17)
Come ,while the blossoms of thy years are brightest,
Thou youthful wanderer in a flowery maze;
Come, while the restless heart is bounding lightest,
And joy's pure sunbeams tremble on thy ways;
Come ,while sweet thoughts ,like summer buds unfolding,
Waken rich feelings in the careless breast-
While yet thy hand the ephemeral wreath is holding,
Come and secure interminable rest.

Soon will the freshness of thy days be over,
And thy free buoyancy of soul be flown;
Pleasure will fold her wing , and friend and lover
Will to the embrace of the worm be gone;
Those who now bless thee will have passed forever;
Their looks of kindness will be lost to thee;
Thou wilt need balm to heal thy spirit,s fever,
And thy sick heart broods over years to be.

Come ,while the morning of thy life is glowing,
Ere the dim phantoms thou art chasing die--
Ere the gay spell, which earth is round thee throwing,
Fades like the crimson from a sunset sky.
Life is but shadows,save a promise given,
Which lights up sorrow with a fadeless ray
O, touch the sceptre-with a hope in heaven-
Come turn thy spirit from the world away.

Then will the crosses of this brief existence
Seem airy nothings to thine ardent soul.
And shining brightly in the forward distance,
Will of thy patient race appear the goal:
Home of the weary , where , in peace reposing,
The spirit lingers in unclouded bliss;
Though o'er its dust the curtained grave is closing,
Who would not early choose a lot like this?




Seek the Lord while He is to be found. Call upon Him while He is near.