Now come to me, all you who seek,
And place your trust in me;
For I have comfort for the weak,
The strength to set you free,
And, just as gentle blades of grass
Can crack the harden'd earth,
Creation will be yours at least,
When love is brought to birth.

Now come to me, all you who seek,
And place your trust in me.
For I will comfort those who mourn
And make the blind to see.
However dark the stormy night,
The sun will raise the dawn,
And you will live beneath the light
of love in darkness borne.

Now come to me, all you who seek,
And place your trust in me.
For I bring peace to those at war
And set the captives free.
Just as, in cutting sun-ripe corn,
We count the season's worth,
So shall all those who Justice Seek
Be there at love's new birth.