356    7s     John Newton
Rest for Weary Souls. Matt. 11. 28; Gen. 8. 9

1 Does the gospel-word proclaim
  Rest for those who weary be?
  Then, my soul, put in thy claim;
  Sure that promise speaks to thee.
  Marks of grace I cannot show;
  All polluted is my breast;
  Yet I weary am, I know,
  And the weary long for rest.

2 Burdened with a load of sin;
  Harassed with tormenting doubt;
  Hourly conflicts from within;
  Hourly crosses from without;
  All my little strength is gone;
  Sink I must without supply;
  Sure upon the earth there’s none
  Can more weary be than I.

3 In the ark the weary dove
  Found a welcome resting-place;
  Thus my spirit longs to prove
  Rest in Christ, the Ark of grace.
  Tempest-tossed I long have been,
  And the flood increases fast;
  Open, Lord, and take me in,
  Till the storm be overpast.