Rest Beside The Weary Road

... because Advent starts sunday I'm struggling not to fast forward through T'giving (see I even abbreviated the word!). I need, over the next few days to practice what a stanza from "It Came Upon a Midnight Clear" exhorts... rest and listen to the angels sing of the Savior who comes to save us, again and again.

And ye, beneath life’s crushing load,
whose forms are bending low,
Who toil along the climbing way
with painful steps and slow,
Look now! for glad and golden hours
come swiftly on the wing.
O rest beside the weary road,
and hear the angels sing!