The Perfect Rest

Verse 1

O cease, my wand'ring soul, On restless wing to roam; All this wide world, to either pole, Hath not for thee a home.

Verse 2

Behold the ark of God! Behold the open door! O haste to gain that dear abode, And rove, my soul, no more.

Verse 3

There safe thou shalt abide, There sweet shall be thy rest; And ev'ry longing satisfied, With full salvation blest.

Verse 4

Ah, yes! I all forsake, My all to Thee resign; Gracious Redeemer take, O take And seal me ever Thine.