1 Weary souls in darkness drifting,
Hear, oh, hear this message blest;
Tell your sorrows to the Saviour,
And ye shall find perfect rest.
No more sorrow, on the morrow,
Joy will henceforth fill thy breast;
No more sadness!
When you find His perfect rest.
2 Come to Him, in all your weakness,
You will be a welcome guest;
Tenderly His hand will guide you
To the realms of perfect rest. [Refrain]
3 Come, tho’ ye may seem but worthless,
Lowly hearts He loves the best;
After all your weary wand’ring,
Ye shall find His perfect rest. [Refrain]Source: Exalted Praise: a twentieth century collection of sacred hymns for the church, Sunday school, and devotional meetings #33