O Weary Soul

O weary soul that longs for rest,
Where does thy treasure lie?
Is it in this old world of darkest woes,
Or is it yonder in the sky? O weary soul that longs for rest,
The lord,e ven Jesus, stretches forth
His hand to you,
Willing to help, forgive, and comfort,
And make your life anew! O weary soul that longs for rest,
He’s knocking right now at your heart’s door,
YOU have the key, the latch, the handle,
Open now! He may knock no more! O weary sould that longs for rest,
Haste to The Master, right now,
Before that great and dreadful day,
When every tongue confess,
And every knee shall bow!

by Bishop William Gerald

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