Hymn 907:
Come ye yourselves apart and rest awhile,
Weary, I know it, of the press
and throng;
Wipe from your brow the sweat
and dust of toil,
And in my quiet strength again
be strong.
Come ye aside from all the world
holds dear,
For converse which the world
has ever known,
Alone with me and with my
Father here,
With me and with my Father,
not alone.
Down n the human heart,
Crush’d by the tempter,
Feelings lie buried that grace can
restore:
Touch’d by a loving hand,
Waken’d by kindness,
Chords that were broken will vibrate
once more.
Rescue the perishing, duty
demands it;
Strength for thy labour the Lord will
provide:
Back to the narrow way
Patiently win them;
Tell the poor wand’rer a Saviour had
died.
Come ye yourselves apart and rest awhile,
Weary, I know it, of the press
and throng;
Wipe from your brow the sweat
and dust of toil,
And in my quiet strength again
be strong.
Come ye aside from all the world
holds dear,
For converse which the world
has ever known,
Alone with me and with my
Father here,
With me and with my Father,
not alone.
Come, tell me all that ye have said
and done,
Your victories and failures, hopes
and fears.
I know how hardly souls are wooed
and won:
My choicest wreaths are always
wet with tears.
Come ye and rest: the journey is
too great,
And ye will faint beside the way
and sink;
The Bread of life is here for you to eat,
And here for you the Wine of
love to drink.
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