WAITING FOR JESUS by Mary B. Pettys

Pacific Press Publishing Company · Oakland, California · Dec 24, 1894

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 20, No. 59.

WAITING FOR JESUS.

By Mary B. Pettys

I AM weary and worn with the toil of life, Pressed down with a weight of care, Disheartened and fainting under the strife, And the burden so heavy to bear; But I know there is rest for the body and soul At the feet of the crucified One, And I'm seeking that rest in my closet alone; I am waiting for Jesus to come.

In vain Satan whispers, "There's much to be done, And duty is calling away," But I hear a faint whisper that comes from the throne, "'Tis Jesus, and he bids me stay. The door of thy closet is open, perchance, And worldly thoughts entering in; The world with its cares must all be left out If thou wouldst have Jesus within."

O Father, thou knowest how weary I am, How heavily laden with care! I come to thee now in Jesus' dear name, And I know thou hast oft heard my prayer; I must have thy blessing, O God, on my soul; 'Tis for this in my closet I bow. One touch of thy power and my heart is made whole; Oh, give me the healing touch now!

Thou art my Redeemer; thou diedst for me; And I am thine, blessed Saviour, thine own; The shadows of darkness are fleeing away, And the glory shines clear from the throne. All weary and heavily burdened I came; But I praise thee for what thou hast done. The victory is mine through the blood of the Lamb; I waited and Jesus is come. —Mary B. Pettys.