Scripture Verse

Come unto Me, all ye that labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest. Matthew 11:28


Words: New­ton W. All­phin, in New Vic­to­ry, ed­it­ed by Em­mett S. Dean (Nash­ville, Ten­nes­see: Na­tion­al Bap­tist Pub­lish­ing Board, 1918), num­ber 63.

Music: Bev­er­ly Park John W. Wool­ard (🔊 pdf nwc).

If you know where to get a good pho­to of Wool­ard (head & shoul­ders, at least 200×300 pix­els), or a bet­ter one of All­phin,

Newton W. Allphin


Weary soul, bowed down in sor­row,
Turn to Christ, the Lord, to­day;
Say not in thine heart, to­mor­row,
But be­lieve now while you may.


Hear Him plead­ing, gent­ly plead­ing,
Come to Him with­out de­lay;
For your soul He’s in­ter­ced­ing;
Come, His bless­èd Word ob­ey.

With the Sav­ior’s pro­mised bless­ing,
Wealth of earth can not com­pare;
Come at once, His name con­fess­ing,
That His glo­ry you may share.


He will give you life eter­nal,
Pleasures too, that ne’er de­cay,
In a land of joy su­per­nal,
If you will His Word ob­ey.


Cease your wan­der­ing, now so drea­ry,
Seek for sweet and peace­ful rest;
Hungry, thirs­ty, or awea­ry,
Come and be for­ev­er blest.