BID ME TO COME

BID ME TO COME

Bid me to come from all to thee:
Hiss me into within the veil
Where thy mercy waiteth for me
To help me in this hour of travail!

Bid me to come from all to thee:
Draw me away from thy handiworks:
Both from angels high in glory
And man the crown of thy own works

Bid me to come from all to thee:
Say to me: 'come apart for a while!'
That thy will be made known to me,
Lest am taken by satan's wile!

Bid me to come from all to thee:
Oh Hushed the bleating of self-will;
From my vain dream set me free:
And engage me in thy own mill!

Bid me to come from all to thee:
Bid me from service to thy side,
Resting my head on thy belly:
To feel and hear thy fitted tide!

Bid me to come from all to thee:
Only he that thou draw to thyself,
Can trully make his way to thee,
Oh how useless to move myself!

When I have run my course on earth,
In making known thy testimony
To all mankind by life or death,
Bid me to come from all to thee!

When heaven I'll come; behold that place;
And see angels and love ones gone long:
Every one of them with a shinning face,
Thou I shall mind not this sure throng!
Amen!
Mr. Ojoje(A widow indeed)