S. M. Montgomery. Seeking Rest. |
1 O, where shall rest be found, Rest for the weary soul? 'Twere vain the ocean depths to sound, Or pierce to either pole: 2 The world can never give The rest for which we sigh; 'Tis not the whole of life to live, Nor all of death to die. 3 In Thee we end our quest; Alone are found in Thee The life of perfect love, -- the rest Of immortality.
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