Rest

It was Thy will, my Father,

That laid Thy servant low;

It was Thy hand, my Father,

That dealt the chastening blow;

was Thy mercy bade me rest

My weary soul awhile,

And every blessing I receive

Reflects Thy gracious smile.

It is Thy care, my Father,

That cherishes me now;

It is Thy peace, my Father,

That rests upon my brow;

It is Thy truth, Thy truth alone,

That gives my spirit rest,

And soothes me like a happy child

Upon its mother's breast.

I have known youth, my Father,

Bright as a summer's day,

And earthly love, my Father,

But that too passed away;

Now life's small taper faintly burns,

A little flickering flame,

But Thine eternal love remains

Unchangeably the same.