—Jer. Vi., 16.
With doubt my mind and spirit were oppressed,
I cried, "Oh who will show me any good?"
And as a starving creature craves for food,
So longed my soul for rest.
But Thou who every human heart canst see,
Hadst pity, as Thy wont is when we cry,
Withholding but what Love must needs deny
Until we turn to Thee.
Again I heard the Voice I loved of yore—
"Come unto me, ye weary and oppressed."
And my soul answered—sorely craving rest—
"I come, dear Lord, once more."
And so again my wandering feet were led
Down paths that once in childhood's days I trod,
And there I found the only Way to God;
The Christ, the Living Bread.