| Song | Come Ye Yourselves Apart And Rest |
| Album | Top Sacred Songs |
| Genre | Contemporary Christian Music |
| Writer(s) | Edward Henry Bickersteth |
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| Tags | Come Ye Yourselves Apart And Rest |
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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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
