Doth He not know how weak we are,
To meet life’s fevered rush?
Has He removed Himself afar?
Would He our spirits crush?
Doth He not care when nerves are taut?
When heart and flesh may fail?
Has He for tired ones no thought
When doubts their faith assail?
O, yes He calls us as of old ---
The weary and distressed ---
To enter in within His fold,
And find in Him our rest.
We bear naught but the common load
Apportion unto all;
And those who trust a faithful God,
He’ll suffer not to fall.
Look up! The night will soon be gone;
His love will hold us fast,
And those He sets His love upon
He’ll bring safe home at last.
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