Rest for the Soul -- Psalm cxvi.7.
Return, my soul, unto thy rest,
From vain pursuits and madd'ning cares,
From lonely woes that wring thy breast,
The world's allurements, -- Satan's snares.
Return unto thy rest, my soul,
From all the wanderings of thy thought,
From sickness unto death made whole,
Safe through a thousand perils brought.
Then to thy rest, my soul, return
From passions every hour at strife;
Sin's works, and ways, and wages spurn,
Lay hold upon eternal life.
God is thy Rest, -- with heart inclined
To keep His Word, that Word believe;
Christ is thy Rest, -- with lowly mind.
His light and easy yoke receive.