Rest Tired Heart

Rest, Tired Heart

Rest, tired heart, within those arms eternal,

Like cradled child upon its father's breast;

Oh, lean on Him who giveth to the weary,

After the day is over, blessed rest.
Rest, troubled heart, oppressed by care and sorrow,

Let every fear and vague foreboding cease;

Oh, rest in Him who giveth to the burdened,

After the day is over, blessed peace.
Rest, anxious heart, take no thought for the morrow,

Thou needest not wake, for God His watch doth keep:

Oh, rest in Him who giveth His beloved,

After the day is over, blessed sleep.

By Annie Johnson Flint