O Soul, perplexed with doubt and fears
Of coming woes and wasted years,
Remember One who can restore
Those blasted years! He looks before
And plans and loves; His way is best:
"Come unto Me—I'll give you rest.”
When sorrows theaten to submerge,
And life is like a dreary dirge,
Forsaken and alone you stand
And no one lends a helping hand;
Just lean your head on Jesus' breast:
"Come unto Me—I'll give you rest.”
When Satan's darts fall thick and fast,
The nerves unstrung, and strength is past;
When brightest day seems darkest night
And on the life a bitter blight;
Oh, listen then, 'Us His behest:
"Come unto Me—I'll give you rest.”
In every sorrow, every grief,
In every fear and unbelief,
One finds in Him a cure complete,
A peaceful home, a safe retreat;
So lean, and love, be fully blessed,
"Come unto Me—I'll give you rest.”
"God speaketh once, yea twice, yet man perceiveth it not.”