Traveler’s Rest – Samson

Lyrics

While trav’ling down life’s weary road,
I often turn aside
In answer to my Master’s call,
He says ‘Come rest, abide.’
He sets me by a cooling stream,
To rest in Eden’s shade,
And wipes this dusty pilgrim’s feet,
If I have but obeyed.

And countless days of mirth I’ve spent,
And sweet has been the wine,
While trav’ling thru this world below,
My will suborned to thine.
His own soft hand shall dry my tears,
And hold me to his breast,
Then take me homeward thru the skies,
Unto the trav’ler’s rest.