AT THY FEET

1At thy feet I'm waiting, weary, worn and sad;
Thou hast promised rest for all the heavy-laden;
At thy feet I'm waiting, thou hast called me here;
Wilt thou not my burden take and make me glad?

2Thou hast said,'Come unto me all ye that labor, and are heavy laden,'
But thou hast yet not told me: 'Wilt thou in Christ thy rest,'
Thou hast said that thou wilt give me rest and peace;
Wilt thou not in mercy make my soul at rest?