“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.
