A Poem for Little Ones.
REST! rest! it is a pleasant thing
To rest when tired of play;
And sweetest rest the night will bring
When wearied by the day.
But there is other rest, I know,
Better and truer far —
Rest from the weariness and woe
Of sin, and pain, and care.
I see and hear it in the look
And prayer of those I love;
And read of it in God’s own book —
The heavenly rest above.
O God the Father! I would fain
This rest should be for me;
Heart-rest in Christ, till I attain
Eternal rest with thee.