THE BURDEN | AdventAI

Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · Mar 21, 1878

THE BURDEN.

“My God! my God! like him of whom the fable speaks, I roll and roll my burden ever on: And when at length I think to rest, back, back it breaks— My work begins afresh, my hope and strength seem gone.

“Too heavy, Lord, I find it. I am very weak, Heart and flesh fail beneath my anguish sore; Oh, say, is there no lonely spot my soul can seek, Where I may fly from sin, and weep no more?”

“My child, on earth go wander where thou wilt, no land, However bright and sunny, tearless is; On all, ‘sin’s shadow, sorrow,’ lays its chilly hand; E’en my own sinless Son, on earth found this.

“Oh, cheer thee! that heart-cheering burden comes from me; I laid it on thee. Roll it back again, Nor spurn it with thy foot, nor with impatience flee. Rest thou and it on me, and peace regain.

“I will sustain; I know thy sorrows—long ago Thou wouldst have fainted but for me above; My all-sufficient grace I freely will bestow, My ways are dark, but still my name is ‘Love.’

“Trust, lean on me, fear not, to me thy trials bring; By faith and hope in my pavilion dwell; Beneath its shade, when weary, thou shalt rest and sing, And own at last e’en sorrow has been well.”

—Christian Weekly.