Ps. xci. 4.
Take
me, Jesus, to Thy breast;
Folded
close in warmth and rest,
Keep
me near to
Thee;
Silenced
in the bliss profound
Of
the love that wraps me round,
Every
care shall
be.
Every
breath for Thee alone,
O
my heart's beloved One;
Comfort
me in
sleep.
Still
deep rest art Thou to Thine,
Safely
in Thine arms divine
Thy
beloved
keep.
G. T. S.
