I was feeling, O! so tired,
My head was aching too;
For the day had seemed a long one,
With so many things to do.
“O! shalt I ever finish?”
I murmered with a sigh;
Indeed the work seemed endless,
I felt that I could cry.
Suddenly these words came to me,
As if whispered in my ear:
“‘Tis rest in looking upward,
Upon His face so fair.”
Then I looked away to Jesus,
Away from all any care,
Away to where He dwelleth.
In glory bright and fair.
And the beauty of the Saviour
Burst on my longing gaze,
And I seemed to see God’s glory
Shine in His blessed face.
And that sight so grand, so glorious,
Filled me with joy divine,
As I whispered, in my gladness
“I am His, and He is mine.”
I forgot that I was tired,
That the day had seemed so long;
And the weary task was finished
With a glad and grateful song.
Do you ever feel so burdened.
With a heavy load of care?
Is the daily task and worry
Often more than you can bear?
Let your eyes look off to Jesus,
Let His beauty hold your gaze;
And He’ll fill your heart with gladness,
And your lips shall sing His praise.
ML 03/30/1941