Come and Rest

Oh, soul perplexed with doubt and fears
Of future woes and wasted years,
Remember One, who can restore
Those blasted years, who looks before
And plans and loves; His way is best,
"Come unto Me—I'll give you rest.”

When sorrow threatens 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, 'tis 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.”
"CHRIST JESUS CAME INTO THE WORLD TO SAVE SINNERS.”
"BEHOLD, HE COMETH WITH CLOUDS; AND EVERY EYE SHALL SEE HIM, AND THEY ALSO WHICH PIERCED HIM.”