Scripture Verse

Come unto Me, all ye that labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest. Matthew 11:28


Charles Mackay

Words: Charles Mac­kay, 1841.

Music: Gha­zi­a­bad, ar­ranged from Lied­er oh­ne Wort­e, by Fe­lix Men­dels­sohn, 1834 (🔊 pdf nwc).

Felix Mendelssohn


Tell me, ye wingèd winds,
That round my pathway roar,
Do ye not know some spot
Where mortals weep no more?
Some lone and pleasant dell,
Some valley in the West,
Where, free from toil and pain,
The weary soul may rest?
The loud wind dwindles
To a whisper low,
And sighed for pity
As it answered, No.

Tell me, thou mighty deep,
Whose billows round me play,
Know’st thou some favored spot,
Some island far away,
Where weary man may find
The bliss for which he sighs,
Where sorrow never lives,
And friendship never dies?
The loud waves rolling
In perpetual flow,
Stopped for a while,
And sighed to answer No.

And thou, serenest moon,
That with such holy face,
Dost look upon the earth
Asleep in night’s embrace;
Tell me, in all thy round,
Hast thou not seen some spot,
Where miserable man
Might find a happier lot?
Behind a cloud
The moon withdrew in woe,
And a voice sweet,
But sad, responded, No.

Tell me, my sacred soul,
Oh! tell me, Hope and Faith,
Is there no resting place
From sorrow, sin and death?
Is there no happy spot
Where mortals may be blest,
Where grief may find a balm,
And weariness a rest?
Faith, Hope, and Love,
Best boons to mortal given,
Waved their bright wings,
And whispered, Yes, in Heav’n.