WEARY by M. E. Williams

Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · Apr 4, 1871

WEARY

By M. E. Williams

I am weary, very weary, cares of life do press me sore; And I long for yon bright Heaven, where dark sorrow comes no more. Heavenly Father, lead me gently through this dark and dreary wild; Guide me safely on my journey; save, oh! save thine erring child.

I am weary, oh! so weary; must I keep this thorny road? I am trembling, slipping, sinking; must I bear this heavy load? Jesus, Saviour, Friend of sinners, lend me now thy helping hand; Keep me, hold me, never leave me till I reach the better land.

Hush, my child, thy sad complaining; greater far my load than thine; When on Calvary's cross forsaken, was not greater sorrow mine? If the thorns thy feet are piercing, thorns once pierced my holy brow; Patience, patience with thy burdens; I will help thee bear them now.

Precious Saviour, if thou'lt help me, then indeed the cross is light; And the cloud a silver lining has, though seeming dark as night. And though thorny is the pathway, thou wilt surely ease their smart. Oh! how sweet to suffer with thee when I have thee in my heart.

Then, though weary, heavy laden, I'll press on the narrow way; This the way is, there's no other leading to eternal day. Welcome crosses, care, and sorrow, for His sake who died for me, I will wait the glad to-morrow, if I may his glory see.

M. E. WILLIAMS. Erie Co., N. Y.