Resting With Jesus

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Review and Herald Publishing Association · Takoma Park Station, Washington, D. C. · May 15, 1913

FromReview and Herald, Vol. 90, No. 20.

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Resting With Jesus

Come ye yourselves apart and rest awhile, Weary, I know it, of the press and throng. Wipe from your brow the sweat and dust of toil, And in My quiet strength again be strong.
Come, tell Me all that ye have said and done, Your victories and failures, hopes and fears. I know how hardly souls are wooed and won: My choicest wreaths are always wet with tears.
Come and rest. The journey is too great, And ye will faint beside the way and sink: The bread of life is here for you to eat, And here for you the wine of love to drink.
Then fresh from converse with your Lord return, And work, till daylight softens into even: The brief hours are not lost in which ye learn More of your Master and His rest in heaven.
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