God says so, and therefore it is no use seeking or hoping or trying for it. You may as well give up first as last. The dove found no rest for the sole of her foot until she came to the ark; and neither will you. And the end of the dreary vista of unrest all through the years of a life without Christ, is, "They have no rest day nor night." "The people shall weary themselves for very vanity." Do you know anything about that? "They weary themselves to commit iniquity." "Thou art wearied with the greatness of thy way." Do these words come home to you? Or, "But now he hath made me weary; Thou halt made desolate all my company"? Whether it is the weariness of sin or of sorrow, of vanity or of desolation (and sooner or later the one must lead into the other), the gentle call floats over the troubled waters, "Come unto Me, all ye that labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest.”
And then, oh, then the wail is stilled, the wandering is o'er,
The rest is gained, the certainty that never wavers more;
And then the full, unquivering praise arises glad and strong,
And life becomes the prelude of the everlasting song!