Tired of Life | AdventAI

The Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · Jan 16, 1866

Tired of Life.

OH! there are moments when I long to go, When this life's burdens seem too great to bear; My feet are weary of this hard, rough way, And disappointment meets me everywhere.

Oh! for that land where tears may never fall, Where earthly sorrows seem as dreams all past; Where grief and disappointment may not come, And weary hands and feet may rest at last!

But stop! What right have I to this sweet rest? May laborers ask their hire ere they have earned, Or cry for rest when for themselves they've wrought, And earnest labor for the Master shunned?

What is it makes my feet so tired and sore? Is it from running swift to do his will? Or from a long, hard chase for glittering drops, That I my cherished treasure-cup might fill?

Hands weary! Is it from the tears they've wiped, Or pointing many to the living way? Or are they weary gathering flowers that fade, Or grasping joys and hopes which will not stay?

Whence doth this grief and disappointment come? Is it that men will put my Lord to shame, Or has proud self been overthrown and balked In some dear plan for ease, or love, or fame?

Oh! self has been my end, my aim, my god! No wonder that I cry for rest and peace! But dare I hope the heavenly rest to gain, When wearied out in such a cause as this?

Oh! let me turn, and learn to prize my life, Because for Jesus I may spend it all; And count the longest, hardest life but short, And all my grief and sorrow light and small!

That when I've labored through the heat and cold, And brought my sheaves in patience to his feet, Then may I lay my head upon his breast, And know the laborer's rest so full and sweet.