The Sinner—Christ the Way of Life

1O, where shall rest be found—
Rest for the weary soul?
'Twere vain the ocean depths to sound,
Or pierce to either pole.

2This world can never give
The bliss for which we sigh;
Its fairest glories shortly live
And all its pleasures die.

3Beyond this vale of tears
There is a life above,
Unmeasured by the flight of years,
And all that life is love.

4Through Christ, the Life, the Way,
May we that life obtain;
And through the merits of his blood
That endless glory gain.