Untitled article by L. E. MILLNE.

The Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · September 3, 1867

FromAdvent Review and Sabbath Herald, Vol. XXX, No. 12

COME TO ME.

By L. E. MILLNE.

How cheering to the weary and heart-burdened soul, to hear the kind and loving invitation of Jesus, Come unto me all ye that are weary and heavy laden, and I will give you rest! Oh! blessed thought, there is rest, sweet rest in Jesus. Yes, even here in this world of sorrow and affliction, we may find comfort and rest in the loving arms of Jesus, our precious Saviour. O ye weary, tempted, tossed souls, bowed down with sorrow and anguish, with no one to comfort and console you, hear his voice in tender love and compassion entreating you to come to him and find rest. O listen to his melting tones. In all our afflictions he is afflicted with us. Yes, weary one, he has tasted of sorrow's bitter cup, and he knows how to succor the distressed. He can give beauty for ashes, the oil of gladness for mourning, and the garment of praise for a spirit of heaviness. He has a balm for every wound, a cordial for every fear. He is a refuge from the stormy wind and tempest, a blessed hiding place in every time of trouble.

Art thou weary with the way? Does the night seem dark and dreary? Does the morning long delay? Patience, weary one, the glad morning will soon dawn in beauty and glory. Then farewell to sighs and tears and groans.

“Every trace of sin’s sad story, All the curse hath passed away.”

O, then hush each murmuring thought, and dry your falling tears, Jesus is soon coming. He will bring joy and gladness, and sorrow and mourning will flee away. No tears in those bright mansions; no night of sorrow there, but one long unending eternity of bliss. Who will be there? Who will listen to the blessed invitation of Jesus, Come to me. Contemplate for a little while the beauty and attractions of that heavenly land, then will you say the sufferings of this present time are not worthy to be compared with the glory which shall soon be revealed.

“In the furnace God will prove thee, Thence to bring thee forth more bright, But can never cease to love thee, Thou art precious in his sight.”

Oh! is not the prospect of life, an eternal life of blessedness and glory with our adorable Redeemer, enrapturing? Does it not cause you to rejoice in the midst of affliction? Can you not count all things but loss for the excellency of the knowledge of Christ Jesus our Lord?

Come, for all else must fade and die, Earth is no resting place for thee; Heavenward direct thy weeping eye, I am thy portion, come to me.

L. E. MILLNE.

Owasso, Mich.