TIRED by Eliza H. Morton

Pacific Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Oakland, California · Mar 13, 1879

TIRED.

By Eliza H. Morton

How oft the limbs grow weak, the cheeks turn pale! The temples throb with pain and spirits fail! How oft the weary feet, long for repose! How oft the lips cry out! God only knows. Each soul a portion has, of grief and care; To all a task is given, to do and bear. Tho' "heart and flesh do fail," the One above, Will strength impart, and show His tender love. And tho' the body sink into the grave, All worn with toil and woe, Jesus will save, In resurrection morn the saints will rise, With songs, and joy, and bliss, and glad surprise. O peace divine! draw near, O welcome guest! Ye tired eyes look up, in Christ there's rest. Allen's Corner, Me. ELIZA H. MORTON.