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I AM WEARY

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

FromReview and Herald, Vol. 30, No. 25.

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I AM WEARY.

“I am weary of straying; oh, fain would I rest, In the far distant lands of the pure and the blest Where sin can no longer her blandishments spread, And tears and temptations forever are fled!”
I am weary of hoping, where hope is untrue; As fair and as fleeting as morning’s bright dew. I long for that land whose blest promise alone, Is changeless and sure as eternity’s throne.
I am weary of loving what passes away.— The sweetest and purest, alas, may not stay! I long for that land where all parting is o’er, And death and the tomb can divide hearts no more!
I am weary, my Saviour, of grieving thy love; Oh when shall I rest in thy presence above? I am weary, but, oh, let me never repine, While thy word and thy love and thy promise are mine!”