O thou, in whom the weary find

O thou, in whom the weary find

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O Thou, in whom the weary find
Alone their permanent repose;
Send light into my doubting mind,
Relieve my fears, assuage my woes;
O let my soul on Thee be cast,
Till sin’s fierce tyranny be past.

Far, far from Thee, O God, removed,
Long have I wandered to and fro;
O’er earth in endless circles roved,
Nor found whereon to rest below;
Back unto Thee, at last, I fly:
Save! for the waters still are high.

Selfish pursuits and pleasure’s maze,
The things of earth, for Thee I leave;
Pat forth Thy hand, Thy hand of grace,
Into the ark of love receive;
Take this poor fluttering soul to rest,
And still it, Father, on Thy breast.

Fill with inviolable peace;
’Stablish in faith my restless heart;
In Thee let all my wanderings cease,
From Thee may I no more depart;
Never again from Thee remove,
Loved with an everlasting love!



Source: A Book of Hymns for Public and Private Devotion (15th ed.) #513

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First Line: O thou, in whom the weary find
Source: Moravian

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