For Weary Days

We thank Thee Lord, for weary days
   When desert streams were dry,
And first we knew what depths of need
   Thy love could satisfy.

We thank Thee for the rest in Him
   The weary only know--
The perfect, wondrous sympathy
   We needs must learn below.

The touch that heals the broken heart
   Is never felt above;
His angels know His blessedness,
   His way-worn saints, His love.

-- Mrs. Charles E. Cowman