Rest of the Weary

Rest of the wea­ry

joy of the sad

Hope of the drea­ry

light of the glad;

Home of the strang­er

strength to the end

Refuge from dang­er

Sav­ior and friend!

Pillow where ly­ing

love rests its head

Peace of the dy­ing

life of the dead:

Path of the low­ly

prize at the end

Breath of the ho­ly

Sav­ior and friend!

When my feet stum­ble

to Thee I’ll cry

Crown of the hum­ble

cross of the high;

When my steps wan­der

ov­er me bend

Truer and fond­er

Sav­ior and friend!

Ever con­fess­ing Thee

I will raise

Unto Thee bless­ing

glo­ry and praise:

All my en­dea­vor

world with­out end

Thine to be ev­er

Sav­ior and friend!