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International Tract and Missionary Society · Oakland, California · Aug 5, 1886

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 12, No. 30.

REST.

By A. J. Morton

BY A. J. MORTON.

“Come unto me, all ye that labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest.” Matt. 11:28.

ONCE I was weary, was tired of life; My burden of sin seemed so great; I fain would have yielded, have fled from the strife 'Gainst Satan. Yea, this seemed my fate. But a gentle, sweet voice from the long long ago Caught my ear. It’s words proved so blest I can but repeat them when tossed to and fro,— “Come unto me; I’ll give you rest.”

Though the storms of life should beat fiercely and high, Like the winds that o’er Galilee blew, The thought that the Master will ever be nigh Will keep me the whole journey through; For though Satan may buffet; man put me to scorn; Or trials come thickly and fast, His word I’ll remember at even or morn,— “Come unto me; I’ll give you rest.”

Do you wander all weary afar from the fold? “Come unto me; I’ll give you rest.” Oh, promise so sure! ‘Tis more precious than gold. “Come unto me; I’ll give you rest.” With such invitation, how can I refuse? I’ll gladly obey His behest. I cannot such mercy and love e’er abuse; I’ll go unto him and find rest.