[Written for the Sentinel]

The Promises

O weary heart by care oppressed,Climbing life's hill with labored breath,"Be of good cheer," the Savior saith;Come, I will give you rest.

O grieving heart bowed down with woe,Striving with tears to find thy way,Be comforted; hear Jesus say,All ye my joy shall know.

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