  By Rev. FRANK S. CHILD. Oh! weary heart, think not Thou art alone to-night! Attendant spirits watch, Unseen by mortal sight. Oh! weary heart, faint not! The Master knows thy need: One word of sincere prayer— He giveth loving heed. Oh! weary heart, yield not! If trials press thee sore: An arm of might is thine, The Lord saith, o’er and o’er. Oh! weary heart, believe! A faith that brings thee peace Is nobler far than doubt, With hope’s dark, dread surcease. Oh! weary heart, rejoice! Love never wrought in vain; Thou too shalt soon abide Where suns nor wax nor wane. ——— Oh! heart, thy weariness Long, long e’er this has fled; Thou liv’st the larger life Though numbered with the dead. decorative line |
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