THE REFINER'S GOLD.
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He knew my heart was tempest-tossed,
By care and pain oppressed;
He whispered to my burdened heart,
Come auto me and rest.
By care and pain oppressed;
He whispered to my burdened heart,
Come auto me and rest.
He found me weary, faint and worn,
On barren mountains cold;
With love's constraint he drew me on,
To shelter in his fold.
On barren mountains cold;
With love's constraint he drew me on,
To shelter in his fold.
Oh! foolish heart, how slow wert thou
To welcome thy dear guest,
To change thy weariness and care
For comfort, peace and rest.
To welcome thy dear guest,
To change thy weariness and care
For comfort, peace and rest.
Close to his side, oh! may I stay,
Just to behold his face.
Till I shall wear within my soul
The image of his grace.
Just to behold his face.
Till I shall wear within my soul
The image of his grace.
The grace that changes hearts of stone
To tenderness and love,
And bids us run with willing feet
Unto his courts above.
To tenderness and love,
And bids us run with willing feet
Unto his courts above.
