"And He said unto them, Come ye yourselves apart into a desert place, and rest awhile; for there were many coming and going, and they had no leisure"-Mark 6:31.

This, this is rest, Lord Jesus,
Alone with Thyself to be!
The desert is a gladsome place
With Thy blest company!
Oh, sweet to hear Thy tender voice
Bidding me, "Come apart"-
Such rest for throbbing aching mind,
Quiet for weary heart!

Yes, this is rest, Lord Jesus,
Alone with Thee to be,
And when I sigh for fellowship,
To find it all in Thee.
Thy saints on earth-how dear they are!
Their love is passing sweet;
But I would leave them all to sit
Alone at Thy dear feet.

Such precious rest, Lord Jesus,
Alone with Thee to be;
Thy secret words of love to hear,
Thy look of love to see!
To feel my hand held fast by Thine,
To know Thee always near;
A happy child alone with Thee,
My heart can nothing fear.

This, this is rest, Lord Jesus,
Alone with Thee to be!
The desert is a happy spot
With Thy blest company!
Amid the throng I might forget
That I am all Thine own;
I bless Thee for the "desert place,"
With Thee, my Lord, alone.

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