Dear refuge of my weary soul,
Bastion for this tired heart
Outstretched arms that wait for me
Is this true? Are You not?
Come home, all ye heavy laden,
Wandering feet, stumbling tread
Painted on these signs and songs
Yet unsure of this path and end
Dear saints, I will give thee rest
But truly rest, from this, from You?
Is this burden from your arms
Or these sleepless hours gifts undue?
Jesus, I am resting, resting
Restless in the hands of rest
Hands that give and take and reach
How can these thorns be Your best?
Nearer O my God to Thee
Against these that would woo my soul
Out from under, up from below
Wondering, waiting, yet unwhole
And yet, How Long, O Lord?
For weary souls to wander home
And will they, Lord? Will they surely?
Will we find Your rest alone?
Be Still, my Soul, truly still,
Still in arms of wrathful love
Quiet in a spacious place
Waiting for He who does
Before the Throne of God above,
Though we did not ask to come
Footsore, forlorn,
Learning of the love of One
O Love that will not let me go,
Incarnate Lover, Severe Mercy,
Wrath of God, Son of Man
Joined to us, the too-long weary
It is well with my soul
Well and good and healing yet
Knit with Spirit, flesh and blood
Marked as His toward final rest
When the shadow lands are done
When the saints come truly home
When my faith shall be my sight
When my flesh shall seek the light
When this pain shall have no grip
When these feet shall never slip
When these hands shall be remade
When this crown at His feet laid
When all is right and all is new
When this soul knows this as true
To You, O Father, let us come
Joined to Jesus, heirs with Him
Marked by Spirit, paid by blood
This is rest; life within
This is rest; love undimmed
This is rest; truly Him
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