"Come unto me I'll give you rest,"
These bidding words were spoken by
The Master, who while on this earth
Felt weariness as you and I.
"Come ye aside and rest awhile,"
His gracious message is to all,
And at the sunset of their lives
May find repose as shadows fall.
He trod the hills of Galilee,
And often were fatigued, depressed,
And sometimes for a quiet hour
Would steal away for strength and rest.
So may we too when we're depressed,
Or wearied by the noonday heat;
Just shut our closet doors awhile,
And there commune in quiet retreat.
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