Scripture Verse

There remaineth…a rest to the people of God. Hebrews 4:9


William T. Dale (1845–1924)

Words: A. M. John­son, in The Gos­pel Show­er, by Will­iam Dale, 1912 (Nash­ville, Ten­nes­see: Cumb­er­land Pres­by­te­ri­an Pub­lish­ing House, 1887).

Music: Su­la­we­si Will­iam T. Dale (🔊 pdf nwc).

If you know John­son’s full name, where to get a good pho­to of him (head & shoul­ders, at least 200×300 pix­els), or a bet­ter one of Dale,


Weary, worn, sad and for­sak­en,
Lingering on this cheer­less shore;
All life’s sweet­est ties are brok­en,
And my loved ones come no more.
All my ear­ly friends have left me,
In this lone­some vale of tears;
Sighing for their smil­ing fac­es,
Where they know no griefs or fears.

Throngs of youth­ful faces ’round me
But re­mind me of the past
When I held my dear de­part­ed
To my bo­som fond­ly clasped.
But a few more tears and sor­rows,
And the foun­tain will be dry;
Then I shall em­brace my kin­dred
In the hap­py home on high.

Blessèd hope, sweet balm of com­fort,
To this wi­thered heart of mine;
Light my path a lit­tle long­er,
With Thy beams of light di­vine;
God of mer­cy, grace and good­ness,
Hold me by Thy pow­er­ful hand;
Till I greet my lov­ing kin­dred
In the glo­ri­ous heav’n­ly land.