REST.
(Come unto me all ye that labor and are heavy laden
and I will give you rest.—Matt. 11:28.)
(Come unto me all ye that labor and are heavy laden
and I will give you rest.—Matt. 11:28.)
O the toiling and the striving
Of this busy age!
O the anxious care of living,
Mankind's heritage!
Weary mortals reaching after
Things they cannot reach;
Tears beneath their lightest laughter,
Heartaches under gayest speech.
Brows where Care is ploughing furrows,
Eyes where Time is writing sorrows,
This is what you teach:
Of this busy age!
O the anxious care of living,
Mankind's heritage!
Weary mortals reaching after
Things they cannot reach;
Tears beneath their lightest laughter,
Heartaches under gayest speech.
Brows where Care is ploughing furrows,
Eyes where Time is writing sorrows,
This is what you teach:
That the planning and contriving
Of the wisest and the best
For a better, easier living
Has not brought the tired world rest.
Listen! 'tis the Saviour calleth,
Like the dew His message falleth;
Dew that falls tired earth to gladden,
From the east unto the west:
"Come ye weary, heavy laden,
I will give you rest."
Of the wisest and the best
For a better, easier living
Has not brought the tired world rest.
Listen! 'tis the Saviour calleth,
Like the dew His message falleth;
Dew that falls tired earth to gladden,
From the east unto the west:
"Come ye weary, heavy laden,
I will give you rest."
And from mountain, plain and city,
Weary souls whom angels pity;
Bring to Him their heavy losses,
Bring to Him their cruel crosses.
O, that all the world distressed,
Tossed in life's delirium fever,
Might but claim the free bequest,
Peace that floweth like a river,
Christ hath brought the tired world rest!
Weary souls whom angels pity;
Bring to Him their heavy losses,
Bring to Him their cruel crosses.
O, that all the world distressed,
Tossed in life's delirium fever,
Might but claim the free bequest,
Peace that floweth like a river,
Christ hath brought the tired world rest!
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