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THE HOME OF THE WEARY

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Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · Jul 18, 1878

FromReview and Herald, Vol. 52, No. 4.

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THE HOME OF THE WEARY.

By Emma G. Russell

When thy heart is burdened heavy And the load is hard to bear, E'en when friends do all forsake thee And it seems there's none to care, Take, O take it all to Jesus, He'll not turn from thee away; He who knoweth all thy grieving Surely will not say thee nay.
Were this world of sin and sorrow All our hearts could hope to know, Truly we had cause for sadness While we tread this vale below; But there is a land immortal Where temptations never come, Where no tears shall ever enter, There the weary find a home.
In that land of fadeless beauty, In those heavenly mansions fair, God hath promised rest eternal, And “there’ll be no sorrow there;” Soon our blessed Saviour cometh, Soon we’ll hear his welcome voice Saying, “Children, come up hither, Cease thy grieving, and rejoice.”
Emma G. Russell.