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:

327 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!