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.”