1 When Israel’s noble leader
Was pleading with the Lord,
That He would lead them onward,
And unto them afford
A token of His presence,
This promise calm’d his breast:
“My presence shall go with thee,
And I will give thee rest.”
Chorus:
Oh! words of sweet comfort
Unto the troubled breast:
“My presence shall go with thee,
And I will give thee rest.”
2 ‘Tis so with all who trust Him,
And bring to Him their cares;
He gives them balm for trouble,
Their heavy burdens bears.
His spirit whispers to them
These words of promise blest:
“My presence shall go with thee,
And I will give thee rest.” [Chorus]
3 Hear, all ye weary toilers,
Whose burdens bend you low;
These words are for your comfort,
If ye will take them so.
Hear, all who walk in sadness,
With weight of cares oppress’d:
“My presence shall go with thee,
And I will give thee rest.” [Chorus]
Source: Gems and Jewels #62