O friend of weary heart and burdened soul,
Hast thou not heard the Saviour's pleading call?
"Come unto Me, I've rest for laboring ones,
I'll gladly take thy cares, and carry all;
Come unto Me!"

The yoke I offer thee is never hard, '
Tis easy, and I promise thee 'tis best;
Obedience which springs from love is free
From bonds, the perfume of a heart at rest.
Take it, and see.

And is thy burden heavy? Lay it down.
I am thy Burden-bearer; toil not so;
I bore thy sins, and carry thee as well:
Tell Me, what have I left for thee to do?
Leave all to Me.

Learn meekness, and obedience will be
No hardship, but love's answer from the heart
To Him whose heart is one deep well of love,
Of which the subject soul is just a part,
And perfectly.

Yes, child of God, these lessons must be learned;
Submission to His will prepares the way,
Then, as the Spirit brings the things of Christ,
To learn is joy, and truth, ray after ray,
Is ecstasy.

He fills the vacuum with precious things,
When mind and heart are emptied of earth's dross,
He tells us all the secrets of His love,
Of glory soon to be, and of His cross,
And coming crown.

And of His fulness we shall drink, and be
Soul-satisfied, and find sufficiency
In Him who can alone our longings still,
And bid our hearts rejoice continually,
In Him alone.

Helen McDowell