John Newton 7,7,7,7 Rest for weary souls. 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! |