1 Come ye yourselves apart and rest awhile,
Weary, I know it, of the press and throng;
Wipe from your brow the sweat and dust of toil,
And in my quiet strength again be strong.
2 Come ye aside from all the world holds dear,
For converse which the world has never known,
Alone with me and with my Father here,
With me and with my Father not alone.
3 Come, tell me all that ye have said and done,
Your victories and your failures, hopes and fears;
I know how hardly souls are wooed and won;
My choicest laurels are bedewed with tears.
4 Then fresh from converse with your Lord, return
And work till daylight softens into even;
The brief hours are not lost in which you learn
More of your Master, and his rest in Heaven.
Source: The Song Book of the Salvation Army #564
First Line: | Come ye yourselves apart and rest awhile (Bickersteth) |
Title: | The Quiet Hour |
Author: | Edward Henry Bickersteth (1872) |
Language: | English |
Notes: | Spanish translation: See "Venid a mí, venid a descansar" by Vernon L. Peterson |
Copyright: | Public Domain |
Come ye yourselves apart and rest awhile, Weary, I know it, &c. Bp. E. H. Bickersteth. [Ordination.] First printed in a small collection of the author's original hymns under the title of Songs in the House of Pilgrimage, n.d. [1872]; and also included, unaltered, in the author's Hymnal Companion, 1876.
--John Julian, Dictionary of Hymnology (1907)