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1 Weary souls in darkness drifting, Hear, oh, hear this message blest; Tell your sorrows to the Saviour, And ye shall find perfect rest.
Refrain: No more sorrow, on the morrow, Joy will henceforth fill thy breast; No more sadness! Endless gladness, 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