Gadsby Mondays

1055

Come, ye souls, by sin afflicted,
Bowed with fruitless sorrow down;
By the broken law convicted,
Through the cross behold the crown!
Look to Jesus;
Mercy flows through him alone.

Sweet as home to Pilgrims weary,
Light to newly-opened eyes,
Flowing springs in deserts dreary,
Is the rest the cross supplies;
All who taste it
Shall to rest immortal rise.

Blessed are the eyes that see him;
Blest the ears that hear his voice;
Blessed are the souls that trust him,
And in him alone rejoice;
His commandments
Then become their happy choice.

But to sing the "Rest Remaining,"
Mortal tongues far short must fall;
Heavenly tongues are ever aiming,
But they cannot tell it all;
Faith believes it- Hope expects it
But it overwhelms them all.

(Hebrews 4:3)

This may be my favorite one yet... I thought this would be a good one to post as I enter into my reading week and attempt to recharge. I love the last verse, even in our greatest hopes and expectations, God WILL overwhelm everything we could ever imagine. What a promise...