Weary? Yet say not so,
The Master gave this invitation sweet,
Which calls thee still, thy human need to meet:
Come unto me, the Word shall be thy rest;
Learn thou of me, and meekly seek the best;
The yoke is easy, and the burden light,
Rested the soul, if but the work be right.
Lonely? Yet say not so,
For faithful see, as Truth, the promise stand:
Naught can exceed the joys at His right hand;
He friendship gives, which nothing can debase,
Eternal Life, and purity, and grace.
Reflecting these, fullness of life is found,
And purer service, which can know no bound.
Then rise above the seeming ills of life
And heed again the still, calm voice of yore,
Fearing nor wind, nor flame, nor thunder's roar.
Trust Love, and it will guide thee all the way,
Onward and upward to the perfect day.
God is thy strength, with Him thou canst not fall;
Eternal Truth shall be thy All-in-all.
