ART thou aweary of toil and of pain?
The Saviour has promised, I'll soon come again.
Is thy soul tired of sorrow and sin?
The infinite Comforter asks to come in.
Trouble and sickness, earth's toil and its pain,
Will vanish forever when He comes to reign.
Art thou distressed at the length of the road?
Remember it leads to the city of God.
Art thou alarmed at the trials that come?
No trials await thee in that blessed home.
Onward! Take courage! The prize is in sight,
When Jesus will banish forever earth's night.
Art thou dismayed at the rumors of war?
No war shall the peace of eternity mar.
Art thou sore burdened, discouraged, cast down?
Instead of a smile, do thy friends give a frown?
Go to the Master in confident prayer.
He'll carry thy burden and lighten thy care.
He knows thy conflicts and carries thy grief.
He'll strengthen and aid thee, and give thee relief.
Then when storms of sorrow sweep over the soul,
Confide in the Saviour. He'll guide and control,
Anchor thee safely in heaven thy home,
Where trials are over, and thou shalt ne'er roam.
