Verse 1
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,
Verse 2
Come ye aside from all the world holds dear,
For converse which the world has never known;
Alone with me, and with My Father here,
With me, and with My Father not alone
Verse 3
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.
Verse 4
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.
Verse 5
Then, fresh from converse with your Lord, return
And work till daylight softens in-to even,
The brief hours are not lost in Which ye learn
More of your Master and His rest in heaven.
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