When the roses of youth all their beauty display,
And the world seems as bright as a glad summer day,
When our hearts are as happy as happy can be,
There’s a sweet voice that whispers,
O come unto Me.

Refrain

Softly and low, softly and low,
Telling of rest in its love-breathing tones;
Softly and low, softly and low,
Savior, dear Sav­ior, that voice is Thine own.

When we gather with friends in the temple of prayer,
And the eye of our Fa­ther looks down on us there;
When we mingle our voices with hearts glad and free,
Still the call is repeated,
O come unto Me.

Refrain

Let us come in our youth, and as long as we live,
Our affection, our worship, to Je­sus we’ll give;
Then, whatever our trials or conflicts may be,
Still that sweet voice will whisper,
O come unto Me.

Refrain

When the springtime is over, and summer is past,
When the snowflakes around us are falling at last,
To the spirit how joyful the message will be!
Come and rest you for­ev­er
In glo­ry with Me.

Refrain