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 hardened earth,
Creation will be yours at last,
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 born.

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.