First Line: Come ye yourselves apart and rest awhile,

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 failures, hopes and fears ;
I know how hardly souls are wooed and won ;
My choicest wreaths are always wet with tears.

4 Come ye and rest : the journey is too great,
And ye will faint beside the way, and sink :
The bread of life is here for you to eat,
And here for you the wine of love to drink.

5 Then, fresh from converse with your Lord, return
And work till daylight softens into even :
The brief hours are not lost in which ye learn
More of your Master and His rest in heaven.