“Come ye yourselves apart... and rest awhile.”
COME ye yourselves apart and rest awhile.”
We’d seek Thee, Lord, and Thine approving smile,
Thy care is still unwearied for Thine own,
Apart with Thee it is that Thou art known,
And this is rest.
“Come ye yourselves.” The Shepherd’s voice we hear,
Who calls His sheep, that He may have them near,
And when He puts them forth He goes before,
And leads them into life for evermore
And gives them rest.
Apart with Jesus, called by Him aside,
To rest awhile, and with Himself abide,
Where free from all the turmoil and the strife
We find in Him our joy, our peace, our life,
And this is rest.
Apart with Jesus, earth’s rejected One,
Yet chosen, precious, and the Living Stone,
As living stones built up on Him through grace,
The preciousness is ours―love’s chosen place―
And this is rest.
Apart with Thee, a heavenly portion, Lord,
Is that which now Thy presence cloth afford,
Responsive hearts will answer to Thy love,
And know its power, while yet they daily prove
That this is rest.
We bless and praise Thee, Lord, for what Thou art
In service still, to give with Thee a part,
Thy bosom is the place where we can be
In quiet rest and peace, apart with Thee,
Till all is rest.
T. W. P.