Rest, Tired Heart

Rest, tired heart, within those arms eternal,
Like cradled child upon its father's breast;
Oh, lean on Him who giveth to the weary,
After the day is over, blessed rest.

Rest, troubled heart, oppressed by care and sorrow,
Let every fear and vague foreboding cease;
Oh, rest in Him who giveth to the burdened,
After the day is over, blessed peace.

Rest, anxious heart, take no thought for the morrow,
Thou needest not wake, for God His watch doth keep:
Oh, rest in Him who giveth His beloved,
After the day is over, blessed sleep.

By Annie Johnson Flint
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Psalm 127:2 It is vain for you to rise up early, to sit up late, to eat the bread of sorrows: for so he giveth his beloved sleep.

Psalm 121:3 He will not suffer thy foot to be moved: he that keepeth thee will not slumber. 4 Behold, he that keepeth Israel shall neither slumber nor sleep.