A WORD TO THE WEARY by Charlotte Murray

Seventh-day Adventist Missionary Society · Oakland, California · Dec 6, 1883

A WORD TO THE WEARY.

By Charlotte Murray

OH, give me a word, blest Master, That I may repeat for thee! A message to one who needs it; Entrust it, dear Lord, to me! And teach me that I may say What thou shalt desire to-day.

O mourner! whose tears are falling So fast on the cheerless sod, Who feelest the world is empty, Aye, almost without a God; Look up, there is one Friend left; Thou art not of Christ bereft;

He feeleth for all thy sorrow, His heart knoweth all thy grief; He yearns to afford thee comfort, To give to his child relief. Look up, though thine eyes be dim, And pour out thy woe to him.

In love he withdraws thy treasure; I know not the reason why; Perchance he may tell thee softly, When none but himself is nigh; And then, with a sob of peace, Thy bitter distrust may cease.

Hush! listen, for he is speaking: "Be still, my poor child, be still; I might not have dealt more gently, Oh, doubt not my holy will. The portion is hard to take, But drink it, for my dear sake.

"I once drained the cup of sorrow, To save thee from untold ill; My child, wilt thou not then trust me, Though thou canst not trace my will? Believing that I know best, Come unto me and rest." —Charlotte Murray, in Sabbath Recorder.