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“Return unto thy rest, O my soul.” Ps. 116. 7

J. Kent              L.M.

1
Why, O my soul, art thou dismayed?
Why in these tents of sorrow groan?
On what have thy fond hopes been stayed,
Still seeking rest, but finding none?

2
Rest in the promise God has spoke,
In all things ordered well for thee;
Whose sacred words he’ll ne’er revoke,
Nor alter his profound decree.

3
Rest in the oath that he has swore,
Firm as his throne the same shall prove;
’Twill stand when time shall be no more,
And run coeval with his love.

4
’Tis good to cast an anchor here,
And patient wait, till thou shalt see
Thy hopes for heaven more bright and clear,
Blessed with a surer prophecy.