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Does the gospel–word proclaim
Rest, for those who weary be?
Then, my soul, put in thy claim,
Sure that promise speaks to thee:
Marks of grace I cannot show,
All polluted is my best;
Yet I weary am I know,
And the weary long for rest.
Burdened with a load of sin,
Harassed with tormenting doubt,
Hourly conflicts from within,
Hourly crosses from without:
All my little strength is gone,
Sink I must without supply;
Sure upon the earth is none
Can more weary be than I.
In the ark, the weary dove
Found a welcome resting–place;
Thus my spirit longs to prove
Rest in CHRIST, the ark of grace:
Tempest–tossed I long have been,
And the flood increases fast;
Open, LORD, and take me in,
Till the storm be overpast.
Safely lodged within thy breast,
What a wondrous change I find!
Now I know thy promised rest
Can compose a troubled mind
You that weary are like me,
Hearken to the gospel call;
To the ark for refuge flee,
JESUS will receive you all!
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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7 7 7 7
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Bible Refs:
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Gen 8:9; Mt 11:28;
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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| 1919 | # 687 |
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