Lone and weary, sad and dreary,

Lone and weary, sad and dreary,
Lord, I would Thy call obey ;
Thee believing, Christ receiving,
I would come to Thee to-day.

I am coming, I am coming,
Coming, Saviour, to be blest ;
I am coming, I am coming,
Coming, Lord, to Thee for rest !

2 Thou, the Holy, Meek, and Lowly,
Jesus, unto Thee I come ;
Keep me ever, let me never
From Thy blessed keeping roam.

3 Here abiding, in Thee hiding,
Seeks my weary soul to rest ;
Till the dawning of the morning,
When I wake among the blest.

4 Be Thou near me, keep and cheer me,
Through life's dark and stormy way ;
Turn my sadness into gladness,
Turn my darkness into day.