Ps. xliii. 3.
Peace!
O restless heart of mine;
Thou,
the Still, the
Blest,
Lead
me to Thy courts divine,
Thine
untroubled
rest.
Tossed
upon the raving sea,
Still,
fair land, I long for thee.
Lord,
from Thee I went astray,
Lured
by magic
song;
Through
dim places far away
I
have wandered
long--
Now,
when lost are moon and star,
Shines
the light of Home afar.
O'er
the waves that cannot rest,
O'er
the drifting
foam,
Wandering
dove without a nest;
Weary-winged,
I
come.
From
the lonely wastes of sin,
Blessed
Noah, take me in.
Take
me in, my heart implores,
Leaving
far
behind
All
the thunder of the shores,
All
the wailing
wind;
In
the chambers of Thy rest,
Fold
me, hush me, on Thy breast.
.
. . . . . .
Still
and sweet the silence deep,
Where
no foot hath
trod;
Softer
than an infant's sleep,
Rest
alone with
God;
Closed
on me Thy palace door,
Perfect
peace for evermore.
G. T. S.
