Poor worn, tempest-tossed child of God! art thou weary? Listen. "The Lord God hath given Me the tongue of the learned, that 1 should know how to speak a word in season to him that is weary." " Come unto Me, all ye that labor and are heavy-laden, and I will give you rest." O blessed Lord Jesus-Saviour, what rest!-a rest that comes from naught else, none other but Thee! Child of care, pillow thy weary head on that bosom, and rest for evermore. Do the trials of the pilgrimage-way discourage thee? does the great storm of temptation arise ? do the waves of sorrow beat into thy troubled bark? Listen again, as, with divine majesty, the Son of God arises from His sleep and rebukes the wind, and says to the sea, "Peace:be still!" and find thy rest in the great calm and sure haven of His breast. Art thou weary-heavy-laden? art thou sore distressed? "Come to Me" saith One; and, coming, be at rest Anon.