THE REST OF FAITH

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International Tract and Missionary Society · Oakland, California · Nov 4, 1889

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 15, No. 42.

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THE REST OF FAITH.

BY A. L. ANTHONY.
“Come unto Me, ye weary feet, Ye heavy laden, sore distressed; And you shall find a foretaste sweet Of your eternal heavenly rest.
“In vain, with purpose good and true, You’ve tried the heavy load to bear; Still there is rest and peace for you,— Come to the cross and cast it there.”
I heard the invitation kind, And I, beset with doubts and fears, The promised peace of Christ did find,— Sweet rest and joy of coming years.
“With thankful heart I now can say: I am the Lord’s, and he is mine; He keeps me all along the way, And loves me with a love divine.”
Oh, come to him, thou weary soul— Worn and distracted, sin-sick, sore— He’ll heal thy wounds, he’ll make thee whole, And thou may’st fail and fall no more!
He’ll give thee rest without alloy, He’ll give thee victory over sin; And when his saints shall share his joy, He’ll bid thee also enter in.
Yountville, Cal.