Scripture Verse

There remaineth…a rest to the people of God. Hebrews 4:9


William T. Dale

Words: A. M. John­son, in The Gos­pel Show­er, by Will­iam Dale, 1912 (Nash­ville, Ten­nes­see: Cumb­er­land Pres­by­te­ri­an Pub­lish­ing House, 1887).

Music: Su­la­we­si Will­iam T. Dale (🔊 pdf nwc).

If you know John­son’s full name, where to get a good pho­to of him (head-and-shoul­ders, at least 200×300 pix­els), or a bet­ter one of Dale,


Weary, worn, sad and forsaken,
Lingering on this cheerless shore;
All life’s sweetest ties are broken,
And my loved ones come no more.
All my early friends have left me,
In this lonesome vale of tears;
Sighing for their smiling faces,
Where they know no griefs or fears.

Throngs of youthful faces ’round me
But remind me of the past
When I held my dear departed
To my bosom fondly clasped.
But a few more tears and sorrows,
And the fountain will be dry;
Then I shall embrace my kindred
In the happy home on high.

Blessèd hope, sweet balm of comfort,
To this withered heart of mine;
Light my path a little longer,
With Thy beams of light divine;
God of mercy, grace and goodness,
Hold me by Thy powerful hand;
Till I greet my loving kindred
In the glorious heav’nly land.