With wea­ry feet and sad­dened heart,
From toil and care we flee,
And come, O dear­est Lord, apart,
To rest awhile with Thee.

The courts of Heav’n were lost to view,
The world had come be­tween;
But here the veil is rent in two;
We see the things un­seen.

Our sins, in Thy pure light des­cried,
Stand out in dread ar­ray;
But here in love’s ab­solv­ing tide
Their guilt is washed away.

With strife of tongues dis­traught and worn
Our troub­lous way we trod;
But cast our­selves, this ho­ly morn,
Into the peace of God.

And oh! what depth of joy, as thus
We bend the trem­bling knee,
To know that Thou art one with us,
And we are one with Thee.