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REST FOR THE WEARY.
“Come unto me, all ye that labour and are heavy laden, and I will give you
rest.”—Matt. xi. 28.
Oh comfort to the dreary!
Oh joy to the oppressed!
“Come unto me, ye weary,
And I will give you rest.”
Oh, come in all your weakness,
Ye sons of guilt and woe;
And learn of Him with meekness,
Who stooped for us so low.
Oh joy to the oppressed!
“Come unto me, ye weary,
And I will give you rest.”
Oh, come in all your weakness,
Ye sons of guilt and woe;
And learn of Him with meekness,
Who stooped for us so low.
Ye slaves of servile error,
Wearied with fruitless pains,
Whose faith is doubt and terror,
Believe, and lose your chains.
Renounce the superstition,
To Christ's light yoke preferr'd,
And turn from vain tradition
To His redeeming word.
Wearied with fruitless pains,
Whose faith is doubt and terror,
Believe, and lose your chains.
Renounce the superstition,
To Christ's light yoke preferr'd,
And turn from vain tradition
To His redeeming word.
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Ye who, in hall and college,
Have vainly toiled to find
The satisfying knowledge
That heals the aching mind;
By ceaseless doubts molested,
Or lost in vain surmise;
Come, of your pride divested,
And Christ will make you wise.
Have vainly toiled to find
The satisfying knowledge
That heals the aching mind;
By ceaseless doubts molested,
Or lost in vain surmise;
Come, of your pride divested,
And Christ will make you wise.
Ye who the world have courted,
And suffered from its spite;
Ye who with sin have sported,
And felt its serpent-bite;
Come, learn, your follies quitting,
That this world's gain is loss;
To His mild rule submitting,
Who bore for you the Cross.
And suffered from its spite;
Ye who with sin have sported,
And felt its serpent-bite;
Come, learn, your follies quitting,
That this world's gain is loss;
To His mild rule submitting,
Who bore for you the Cross.
Oh, come and make the trial:
His service is release.
If hard the self-denial,
Its fruit is joy and peace.
His grace, your souls defending,
Shall nerve you for the strife;
Peace all your steps attending;
The prize, immortal life.
His service is release.
If hard the self-denial,
Its fruit is joy and peace.
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Shall nerve you for the strife;
Peace all your steps attending;
The prize, immortal life.
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