Poems (Smith)/Longing for Rest (Oh, Father, dear Father, look down upon me)
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Oh, Father, dear Father, look down upon me,
And take thy poor child up to Heaven with thee.
I am asking and wishing and longing for rest;
Dear Jesus, do take me to Thy home with the blest.
LONGING FOR REST.
Oh, Father, dear Father, look down upon me,
And take thy poor child up to Heaven with thee.
I am asking and wishing and longing for rest;
Dear Jesus, do take me to Thy home with the blest.
As I think of my life and my desolate home,
My thoughts go forth in deep anguish to roam,
Fm wishing and longing, if such it might be,
That I soon may be safely in Heaven with Thee.
My thoughts go forth in deep anguish to roam,
Fm wishing and longing, if such it might be,
That I soon may be safely in Heaven with Thee.
The days of my youth have long since passed away;
Old age is coming o'er me, and what does it say?
To look upward and onward, and earnestly pray
That the troubles of this life may soon pass away.
Old age is coming o'er me, and what does it say?
To look upward and onward, and earnestly pray
That the troubles of this life may soon pass away.